a wagon so long it circles itself in poetry

we’re no mere blasphemers
we are blasphenominal
you’re not just gender-non-comforming
you are glambiguous in expression
in identity and in volume

we are the hot hot heathens
these are not theatrics
we are the heretics
are the theretics
we are the everywheretics

we are the salem warlocks and witches
burn out before we’ll ever fade away
we are foresworn today
as non alligiant subversives
rather preferring to cuss it out
in sloppy profane vulgar cursive
building a universe where entropy
no longer always rules the day
where retractions are the only
thing that will not expand
we’ll either win now or lose now
but win later by impressing the kids
how long we were able to stand
then they’ll win in our stead
so gimmie your hands

we’ll win one way or the other
as long as we stand
so gimmie your hands

Last updated May 18, 2016