Come rattle my cage.
I am in here somewhere
Washing dishes, doing laundry,
Or vacuuming the floor.
Arguing over what the local
News means by fair weather.
Lost in domestic pointlessness,
Which screams for worship
And souls to lynch
Come rattle my cage.
Prod me out of here.
Show me some hope,
A glimmer of anarchy.
Make me a poem to stop the
Deadening roar of the machine.
Still the rumble of complacency,
Battering down around me like
War mongering politics.
Hold me close with your true
And tough love.
Open my chest, eyes,
Ears and pineal gland.
Free the groin and the heart.
Stand me on a cliff overlooking
The Caribbean sea
And never let go of my hand.
Show me something, show me
Some hope, a glimmer of anarchy.