Anarchy Is a State of Mind
You know how madness creeps into
the night, slips around yesterday's
door to memory, leaves you terrified
of consequences & what was left behind
by ageless reason, circumstance
leads to accidental lapses
& you scream at changes in the sea.
You wave, to the wind for a sunset of gold
& amethyst, sing rainbows
of the moon in time.
While the seasons turn upon themselves
you grow stiffly old.
In a pre-fabricated dance
you're humming out of tune.
