AND I AM THE SUN OF YOUTH

by Hannah Jerming-Havill.

First inspired by Allen Ginsberg’s Kral Majales.
Originally posted on leonpoetry.

And I am the Sun of Youth round and fat
Buddha sighing
I am the Sun of Youth lean and boned
boy-shaped man suspended in mourning
and I am the Sun of Youth exploding clouded skies
skimming ozoned minds with UV-waves
sweeping radio faces shock-wave burnt
bored and dry
I am the Sun of Youth bursting balloon
stretched with canister thirst
bursting papered borders dividing
families dividing tolerance collecting
heavy guilted green infected
fat green capitalist dam burst
burst like young bodies ferociously fucking
and coming
I am the Sun of Youth hung coloured prayer flag
ribbons over steeple bosoms of drowning mountains
temples temples empty temples
brushed by thin skies and bullets
blistered by history of man and men
and land and empire and free and market
capping rivers into bottles
for uncapped profits
and I am the Sun of Youth tripping
over privatised steps
crawling for one foot through the arched door
and I am the Sun of Youth discarding copper
waiting for change
I am the Sun of Youth stunned and silent
collapsed on my picket by uniformed tasers
stunned and silent where are my sirens
here are my howls
I howl and burst and explode
like the sky over Palestine
like the sky over Tel-Aviv
explode and howl and burst like flesh
not yet ripe now burst and dead
I am the Sun of Youth crying light
on blindfold streets
and I am the Sun of Youth my surface writhes
my surface dances as it must
wild ecstasy dances and limbs and thrust
blind ecstasy dancing licking lines and bombs and bags and lips
and I am the Sun of Youth setting heavy horizon
I am the Sun of Youth heaving heaving acrid
space orbiting in time orbiting in past orbiting loyal orbiting 9 to
and I am the Sun of Youth plunging into blue
globular hanging liminal
I am the Sun of Youth dressed fancy in kitsch
draped in nostalgia holding no-crumb cake tins
and hair in bows lust childish like pigtails
and scarlet fingernails accused adjusting
bedside lampshade spotlight away
All Hail! the craft brew
the no-graft craft creators
behold their handmade gifts
held in hands so soft so callous free
I am the Sun of Youth setting unglamorously
on tarmac draining trust from Ferguson
another sullied Southern flood heavy sandbags
always too late and invisible in breach
and I am the Sun of Youth spilling
red over the skies of Syria
over the skies of Libya
over rainbows in Russia
over umbrellas in Hong-Kong
over fields in Ukraine
red over the hearts of Palestine
over the skies of Palestine
the skies of Palestine
howling for Mother Moon
howling to rise
I am the Sun of Youth
ask me to rise
ask me to rise

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