When I grow up I want to be

A star walker, a sly fly killer,
sailor of keyboards,
a bell dancer who sings
a song in mixed media
each night before a dinner
of miracles and partridge.
I'm going to hike through clocks,
become a planet, and teach the old
butterfly women how to use
weight equipment in my 
off hours. I will redesign
the cat and weave extravagant
pirouettes of novellas, and
scream a poem in colors
you've never seen before,
when I grow up, when I grow up,
on the back of a shattered envelope.