a mighty ruckus

burn the noise down
strike it through with the righteous mark of antipathy
hammer the doors in
kick the boards through and grind them to dust -
a fine dust that stirs and lives a devilish existence but undisturbed lies dead as a doornail -
don't stop there,
raise again in its defense
a morsel of straw bone indignities
that fright the system and
blight the terrain with
hamstrung novices of awkward insight and
neon notions in
a world grown amok where
penguins go to fly and
whales swing on lamp posts

for magpie tales, painting by Wallisy Kandinsky