Take It Back
put your finger in it
like a shark-toothed gingerbread house
get out on the street
despite the absence of your French Symbolist poets
plant a fucking seed
quit buying shit you don’t need
chant: one plate
one fork, one cup
one spoon
give the rest away freely
surrender your wants to impoverished indigence
use a laser to cut squares from the sky
let down the stars
to lay waste
to the inhuman consciousness
bent on ensnaring, enslaving
the free spirit of creative forces
to shatter
and shove
black reptilian oaths
vowed in penthouse palaces
back up their
vile asses
take it back
channel the anarchy
born of the womb
there is only one color
hotly coursing under the skin
uniting us all
it is wine, the red wine of
love
it is blood
it is ours.

Jay Passer, resident and native of San Francisco, has had work in print and online, appear all over the globe since 1988. He is the author of ten chapbooks, a few still available on Amazon.