Me and My Communist Discontent

Waiting around

I converse with myself

Climbed a tree today

Picked some bananas to sell

Or to barter

With shopkeepers

Down at the market

Compartmentalizing

The extra

To part with

Or keep to eat freely

As soon as they ripen

In but a few days

More of boring old life in

My site

Took a hike

To seek quiet,

Imagined these hills

Fulminating

In riot

If I were inciting

Rebellions

Contriving

An artifice to

See the fires

Igniting

But as the day ends

And the sun vanishes

From the scene

My passivity banishes

Any a notion

Of causing commotion

And looking for trouble

Where nothing is broken

Evoking instead

Of promoting bloodshed

In its stoking the furnace

Forged steel in my head