Thursday, June 12, 2014

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.

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