Wednesday, December 28, 2022

They Call Me Wolfstar (poem)


I am the bringer of freedom,

Watch out.

There is a need for my kind

of utopia, a need for the upright,

upstanding force of my force,

my taskless, tactless, tenacious

teeth chattering churning of appeasement

on Earth, amen, praise be.

I lock and load in the lotus

position, deep meditation

massaging my cerebral influx

of nocturnal disasters.

I am a lightning storm.

Dance deep.

In time, I will end wars

with the promise of more wars

and I will instruct peace

by breaking into pieces.

Nothing distracts me from my course.

Turn now.

You will watch me climb

from the dream gutter

and dig Shakespearean roots

out of Sexton gardens.

Nothing lets you choose

like my lack of choice.

One way to lead is by love,

another by example.

So I will come with my torch

to reign.  

Aim your propaganda at my head

if I aim to be your propaganda.

I am off.

Turn on my light.

How do you want to use me

this time?

Never mind that.

Never mind me at all.


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