Amour fou (1)

should I cut to strips      
a Nerf football;      
and make napalm      
to baptize by fire      
the Louvre and all its beauty,    

make sure that your violin
is tuned in the key of insane passion      

because a million tiny Neros      
will be cast like spells,      

to turn the coals      

in the bellows      
of many private Rome's.      
    
I would be arrested      
if they knew how much      
I wanted to kiss you.      
    
Let us consult the scribes      
whose script itself      
declared war      

so our graffiti      
will mean more than our names,      

and sign it with wickets      
inked in semen and cheap liquor.    
    
Let us confess to crimes      
never committed      
but conceal our epiphanies;      
as they are the      
preemptive acts of martyrs.    
    
Let us convert the faithful      
in the baths of lysergia      
and teach Kundalini yoga      
to the wild ones.      
    


Let the cynics      
be tickled pink      
as every contradiction      
is married together      

in our crucible      
of crazy love.  






*notes: this is a reworked older piece. And in fairness I must state that "I would be arrested if they knew how much I wanted to kiss you" is either directly, or closely quoted from Hakim Bey...I didn't like the looks of the marks