When

When will I be
Me as I’ve written
And carry on my head
These things I’ve laid out
Pluck up these plans
Stretched taut across the future
Waiting for a trip

When will he see me
The way I’ve been drawn
Chest out, face bristling
Mind like a clock
Pendulous c**k
A lad on each shoulder
Whispering my lines
To outrageous applause

When will I float
Above the people like tongues
And dip and sway
Charming the pants
Off erudite plumbers
And scruffelly scientists
And artistic baristas
With eager phone numbers

When will I glow
In the bellies of many
Causing brothers to rise
Against brothers and
Mothers to slay their children
And lovers
And fathers to sleep
Under the distant soft face of my moon