Fruity

constraint is one restraint on letting go
of proper decorum in wild artistry,
the need to please the crowd and fit
in the boundaries of what is correct
rather than release the demonic host
singing prophecies and revelations
sane respectables coldly dismiss.

your power is in the places you can fill
the lack of doubt and luster of the will
inherent to the sermon of a phrase
unrolling as a yarn ball in a maze
elected as the day’s divine machine
annointed with the hero’s oily glean
when with the fallen bull-man at his feet
he runs his hands along the coiled twine
and thinks, the foreign beauty shall be mine.