The Shine of Being Frenzied

The Shine of Being Frenzied

It was like time traveling in France:
I had a nightmare but it was sweet
Me and some allies removed the butchers
from the meat houses, and the warheads
finally wore peaceful blouses

We finally breathed wisdom
behind our silenced and hidden laughter
of triumph, so now animals may eat grass
and relax, while I play with my
Benjamin Franklin doll from the past,
speaking and talking freedom;
blinking with lightning in my eyes;
I awoke with something to write,
and to some maybe poetry
as to kissing on ones neck, madly.

© 2012 John E. WordSlinger