Beyond
Now
today,
I am drunk with the possibilities of my eternal soul
intact
and northern winds mouth-to-mouth life into my spirit
lift me into the glory of being God within
and the lies of agents flowing putrid through their
sweat
under the knife of my conviction
and the art world howling like a wounded dog
three-legged in its march
vilified by an old guard of righteous white
starched with forefathers' ring-around-the-collar
in a house where I am invisible
sentinels who cower in fear of the cultural mosaic
before them
that forms a wall of a thousand Moses' with new commandments
even they do not drop me into melancholic wells
because I vow to resurrect my art
catapult it against the test of time
into every pillow with an open ear
and every doorway with a hungry eye
and it will thrive beyond any censorship litigation
beyond the silence that awaits these homogenized incumbents
in the cavity of their rotting history
because they're just a bad case of termites
eating at the wood of our Noah's Ark into the future
and our hybrid legacy will shake them off like another
pestilence
today, I have the eternal understanding of a newborn
king
made of resilient rainbow flesh
and I trespass the territory of ignorance
with my tongue as lantern fire
