I’ve been a lot of things,
Across a lot of years.
Young,
Angry poet.
Slamming to the wrong audience,
Communist –
Before I learned the horrors,
Of authoritarianism.
Holodomor,
Unto this modern slavery,
Of wage debt.
Tyrants.
Oligarchs.
Plutocracies.
Things to be dismantled.
My young logger years,
Ripped off the bed by my father.
Forced into the bush.
Lost in the woods.
Philosopher,
In my experimental phases –
Before I knew gender to be a construct.
The years have treated me poorly,
My histories are bloody,
& broken.
Anarchy is freedom,
To us punks.
Anarchy & Punk.
