Suddenly sunrise
and I'm a poet again,
selling rhythm like candy
to the kids on the street.
Riding the waves
of improsperity
and longing
finding helpless gestures
to be the meaningful propaganda
of a solitary future
of pale-fading rainbows.
And didn't you know,
when I said, "eat me."
I wasn't referring to anything
other than my mind.
(I was giving you something
to touch.)