Promise

"“Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy, / And moon-struck madness.” Milton

The day is coming soon.

It is kicking off  heavy boots

loosening the jugular knots

uprooting itself from the sodden cement

and roaring like a jaguar smelling blood.

A trembling pledge tears through me

A rag cloth will wipe

screeching lines of chalk that once  defined me

No watch on my wrist, time has played it shots

no malignant obligations, only vilipended shouts.

Howl my ballistic soul  out, let Zozobra burn

pluck green-yellow fruits from serpentine vines

thunder  barefoot on sun-scorched concrete

lie face down till puddles dissolve the acrid salts

drink the  quivering dew till dams threaten to burst

then burst into a ballad-song ,

never mind the hush!

drink in cold rivers as if born free

make slurping noises at pompous ceremonies

toss hair free to stream in the storm's fury

lie on the beach with midnight's memories

 -a promise leading me to the snake pit

where I truly can be me

unfit for polite society.

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