I KNOW MOST OF YOU CONDITIONALLY SUPPORT MY POETRY. (What I mean is the gossip or noise on me at that point in time will regulate your actions). I only know how to rebel against the liberal establishment that has taken away my most fundamental human rights.
1976, Asilomar comes to mind
Here when a moratorium was entered
By scientists to curb the inflammation
Of rogue scientists, making GM organisms.
Banished is just the way of the rebel.
And the rebel is found in those too comfortable
In their own shoes, and give scant respect
To the ways of the world. These lifeforms are so inimitable
Their genes are almost extraterrestrial
So alienated from the sheer boredom
Of queues of cattle lines.
And in that metamorphosis
Of purr to bark, meek to brave, you will only find a beautiful
Strain of an outlived dream, and an epitaph
That needs no flowers at the toe
Of the tombstone.
The bloom of wild flowers would do.
