“Rampage”
by Gabrielle Faust

Broken memories of rampage,
Bulls through broken China shops and
The waste that was left in their haste,
Let me emphasize time and place and setting,
Marked only by the passing of monolithic
Monumental rememberings of those
Transcendental icons of worship where
The division of soul and flesh parted for
A moment long enough to give
Credibility to the elite higher concepts
Of physical enlightenment,
Those moments when we’d like
To be removed from the grit and grime
Of everyday life for within its
Lovely undergarments I only seem
To find the fortune cookie reminders
That fate is in the hands of a few
Underpaid graphic designers,
With a sick wit and sense of humor.

Tags: Gabrielle Faust, poem, poetry

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