Poem from Extra Credit Assignment

Low Lust

Paintings overflow the halls and walls
While a microphone suit calls for social change.
Am I the only one that finds this strange?

A business suit knifes through the waves of barefoot souls – he is our leader.
He calls for the rappers to rap next to the easels and color palettes.
He calls for the brush strokes to conduct improvisational jazz.
He calls for the musicians to point their toes and dance.
He calls for the poets to pray while the espresso machine groans.
He calls for the hope of the didgeridoo.

He could be in a café or a warehouse,
Manufacturing or fracturing.
One part red dye number 3.
One part hope.
One part dreams.
One part thigh.
Two part lie.
Incantation.
Add fifty dollars.
Shake well before opening.

It is plastic. It is made in Taiwan.
It is hard. It is silicone.
It has roots in logic. It has roots in nothing.
Is this community? Is this creativity?

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