The After Party

I'd like to sleep on the forest floor
I'd like to listen at your front door
I'd like to stomp on your best friends roof with the pounding rain
I'd like to paint with the colors of my grandmothers cancer pains
I want to breathe under the water
of the Ohio river and swim up to where it begins
I'd like to speak with the weather,
ghosts, and sheep at their slaughter
carry these conversations to the meeting of the four winds
I'd like to drink tea with Napoleone in his banishment
I'd like to read all the letters written by lovers but never sent
and I would like to fall in love again
but the whitest and brightest of pearls take years and years
and still, it's only a stone in the end

there is laughter at the end of time
and I want to be there when the after party unwinds
I'd like to take part in the celebration of armageddon
and to join the chorus line
the thunder of hell will keep good time