The Line

You center your foot to step

right on the line You center

your body to be balanced right

on the line so You center

and so you center and balance

Not knowing that in fact you

are terribly utterly so out, out

of balance, so out, out of line.

Lift your head up kid

you’ve been giving too much

Too much of your sacred energy kid,

on something just too meaningless

on something terribly utterly pointless.

Lift your foot up kid;

Lift it up sideways and let it descend to kiss the soil that’s been prohibited.

Set your anxious foot across the line,

Set your tense shoulders down.

Won’t you dance on the garden prohibited?

Won’t you invade, kid

Won’t you strip down the grasses of the lawn you aren’t allowed to cross

Won’t you cry

Won’t you shout

Won’t you kick and stamp, kid, the poisonous fruits of the zone prohibited.

Sanctioned no more,

Be animal-like

Be utterly monstrous,

Won’t you?

Won’t you let your soul down kid.

Lift your head up to see that the line—

This human body and the boundaries it brings— is utterly terribly sordid.

Let your body lower you down

Let your voice shout across the line

dancing,

shouting,

crying,

And now you are all across the line;

Erratically, disorderly, and inhumanely being yourself.