Poet's Creed

I will not make pants or pomp or politics priority
I will kiss dance in a trance or midmorning and make love
Like a goddamned rocket taking off for nowhere.
I will pin my muse someday in the center of the ring
Just to tickle her between her legs with a feather
And laugh, rakishly running my hands through my hair.
These things I swear.
These things I swear, by the eerie glow of infomercials
Flickering in the 2:00 A.M. through the haze of my drunkenness.
These things I swear.
Because I dare to swear.
I will find time to throw fruit at government buildings,
Find windows to look through
And stare
For hours.
Because I dare to swear,
By the ashes of Neal, Jack, and Allen,
And all things holy and un,
That I will care,
For dogs and pot and pornography
More than the president.
These things I swear,
By my own wild hair,
And by my bleeding fucking heart.