Freedoom
by Gary Every

            The sidewalks are full of free doom

            for anyone who allows themselves to be tyrannized.

            If I choose to walk in rhythm,

            my heart beating like a metronome

            and my eyes filled with the songs of birds,

            how will they prove it is unlawful poetry?

            If I take the tools of a child,

            crayons, joy and imagination,

            and use them to scribble on walls

            will it really matter what I say,

            or only that I violate the silence?

            The fun police can wash this wall,

            wipe away my words

            but the important thing

            is I stole these crayons,

            stuffed them in my pockets.

            I drop one crayon at a bus stop

            and lose another at a coffee shop

            until one by one words drop

            from the brightly colored fingers of strangers

            and into the hearts of others.

            I walk down the street in rhythm,

            my heart beating time like a metronome,

            my eyes filling with the songs of birds.

            But big brother will never suspect me of any crime

            even though I carry a dream in my heart

            and pockets full of graffiti rockets,

            ideas exploding everywhere.