Amour fou (3)

Tie up the rulers, doubleknotting    
with the folly of imposed order      
     
Storm the walls, for its our castle    
and as we pillage the storehouse      
let's spoil what's extra      
in a homage to excess      
     
Roll out the guillotines      
so we can publicly castrate      
every last bit of inhibition      
and as our reservations    
explode like fireworks      
opening the nights sky      
let's dance as fallen angels      
in freshly found feet      
     
Make a joyful sound      
for our existence    
although forever    
is but fleeting      
     
You and I    
composed of stars      
feed on frenzy alone      
     
Beauty is a refracted by-product      
of our catastrophic electricity      
so, as the poets scurry for wording    
let's give them shadows      
to sift through