hellocentral

Who are you, and what are you doing here?
What is your name? They call me Danger
Barking up a tree or nailed to it with a hammer
Mjolnir of Thor or the rifle of the Lord
The scathing manifesto of a politician's lawyer
Or the subsequent insistent chemicals
(metaphor or not)
Placed in a stream of blood
A screen holding off the flood
It's the only thing we know to do
It was written in the chapter
with no pictures and all letters
One line modifying another
Gratuitously becoming part of each other
A mother's milk churned into butter
Dripping across the border between happy and insane
And when you decide today to run away forever
Forsaking your methods of tolerance and order
Will you choose to take a plane or a lawnmower?
Or will you simply soar freely in the yellow hazy air
While the grounded penguins watch, their interest insincere
Painstakingly taking notes on what you chose to wear?
I suggest notice be taken
Whether the periodicals flap their pages
Fueled by love or by air,
Inconsequentially free,
Because, you see,
There's no end to the fulfillment
That can be bought with amusement.