Scream intolerably at me
And hope that how you shake remains
For the years to come, for the months
To come, for the weeks to come.
For the days to come, hours, minutes,
Seconds of change, sec’s of being
That could not be before the turn,
As outer layers turn in’t Sun.
Turn as the Sun heats green and black,
As the Moon raises blue to bumps,
Crashing to white and stirring the
Moody blind’s red chilly wide maw
Enter, ye human plankton, ‘tween
Long brushes of rubber giants,
Singing softly and high cross deep
Legions of salty earth, in love.
Remember the fire of wooden
Youth, led by bugs and held inside tents
Against all will, a sideshow of
Uniqueness strung and marketed.
Be a freed woman, an un-man
Against the sexless greedy things
That slink their digits into all.
You are not a pie to be shared.