On Guerilla Poetry
it is the bricks in the wall with
the crumbling mortar
that make the ambush come alive.
where the dandy lion
cracks the pavement – insisting on life
is where the poetry of time
exists as resistance
to these feeble kings
who’ve had their beds maid
by starlings on strings.
Where trees commit suicide
rather than shade a tyrant’s
around-the-world infanticide,
the poetry that rises from the rubble
is the insurgency to cause
those feeble kings much trouble.
when a lover – or three
find within themselves
a yearning to just be,
there will you see
actions of poetic insurgency.