riot, cherubs, roar
screamer on the balcony, the boy who will glide above the bee sting outwit the fox out break their hearts who will will them back together for the first time out laster, master blaster who will scream and laugh and and blast off blast off, he who hangs in the sky overlord of his mother's garden counter outer, first round shouter, body rocker, microphone shocker who tells of not one, not two but three. hundred. Arabian nights the boy who beat Luke Skywalker in a light saber fight riot, cherubs, roar at daybreak break the barriers of sound, our eternal shackle of gravity at daybreak soar from your father's arms, armed as newborn predators, as a man with nothing to lose, come close to the point where night becomes day, where our bodies explode and return to heaven's arms blast us to dust, as atomic mist, through the eternal barrier of our people and you lead us between the rain drops riot, cherubs, roar roar for the sky to crash down upon us, bring it down like a plaything, loved one bring it down and set us free to riot through this universe roar for the bee who can't ride these warm currents like you do outwit them all riot, cherubs, roar
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Alex IveyAlex Ivey is a writer of short stories, novels, plays, poetry and awesome love letters. He is a New York native currently on loan to California. His work will be appearing in Drunk Monkeys this summer (2017). |