revolution

 

I look for something,
                                  
                                  anything
to say to you.

do I talk of Voltaire?

Marcus Aurelius?

or that my favorite TV
show has been cancelled...

but all the while I knew

                                        there were

butterflies rotting on flowers
in the dead summer heat,

toilets fighting back-.  overflowing

       sick of taking
        everyone's crap
              all these years.

there was revolution...

revolution in your hair,

revolution in your eyes,

revolution in your mouth
                                          
                                          as

not wanting to choke on
my love

you spit me out like
finding an unexpected
bone in a piece of fried
chicken

the cars, buses slowed
d
o
w
n
on a blind cul-de-sac
and you gave a finger
to the future

as pages of an
unsolved Nancy
Drew mystery blew
around in a yellow
fever wind