On the Way to the Work Event

I am armed

to the teeth

with psychic defense.

I will face-melt away

all the bristling

and tense

and use firefly poetry

to billow my cerebral tent.

I’ll puff

my predator

terror colors

like a menacing

bullfrog

to chase away

Philistine gnats

in well-tailored suits.

Let our minds eyes

strike

with lethal

blue lightning.

Let no one

cross our

poetic trenches.

And we will

forge victory

after victory

seeping righteous

artistry and beauty

into the bloodlines

of future generations.