For Swannie

staring at a blank page
wearing that blue rage
for the occasion
what’s to be done with the detritus
how do we sort through
what unites us
and what tears us apart
and after the party
laundry hangs stiff and frozen
the winter of our vast unspokens
jails us in the now and then
wait until the summer softens
tap the keys
take the pen
make amends for all of these
brutal runs in  bloodless endurance
gotta write true or not at all
gotta rip through rage and disease
the title’s a start on a messy dance floor

gotta get up and finally ask for more