THE BURNING WHITES OF TOMORROW

We pass through somnolent hazes,
un-phaiz-ed
e-ray-zed
Midriff politics, glamour kid dances,
un-wine-dead
for now
Jolting through histories,
dev-a-Stated,
these marshes need repair.
Un-wound-ed,
you’ll curl wounds into wands,
and energies will coalesce:
around you.
Shared meanings, in
e-lec-trick fields
your youth dazzles,
We look on, at
shufflings on ice, for now
but soon,
leaking sutures grow new skin
You’re the glitches we need
So take it and run,
toward the burning whites of tomorrow.


BY GLENN C. SAVAGE (2009)

THIS POEM WAS PUBLISHED IN 'ADBUSTERS: JOURNAL OF THE MENTAL ENVIRONMENT', VOL. 86