Not Yet Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

She likes the severed sun
Fragmented sex covered with chocolate
Ezra Pound rambles like Mussolini
Bars like a zoo of nuclear fear
We get use to the edge
The rich new capitalist drug
Slip into that special fog
Morocco's shaking like a leopard
The station is empty
The train late
The mirror looks like a golden calf
Yellow flags with no surrender
Hide in your custom made utopia
Ragged movement falls like a war
Come home now
She says, no! Not yet