My friend – you would not trace the chalk-line
of a magnesium-hot parachute parade.
Irish archangels would instead
circumvent the strung-out, stripped-down
divas-in-training and choose to focus on
turquoise-tan skin and
the things that really matter in life.
True patriots are smothered
in “an ecstasy of fumbling”
without a scent of suburban
recognition – “musical and strange and perfumed”
Role reversal and a right hook to the jaw
while staring out at the darkened street lamps
pondering the infamous question –
Is it a crime to waste inspiration?