A New Year, A New Day, For A 32 Of May

To mindlessly carry on, traditions of men dead
to the nadir of existence have we almost sled
marching on marching faster, mindlessly sped
little blood left in us, for so much we’ve bled

Ceasing violent acceleration, towards a wall we are hurled
giving ourselves this day, we will take back the our world
uncuffing wrist’s manacles, big brother’s watch now twirled
all hidden oppressions now plainly and openly unfurled

May we not turn over to june too soon
time zones obfuscate our actual true-noon
the end of May asks of us, a creative boon
a powerful clarion, even revolutionaries swoon

We say to june that “you can wait!”
for this is vital—creators must create
adding temporal space to our over-full plate
humans first, not the mandates of the state

Don’t so quickly stray from May
let’s keep it here for another day
june so soon, “too soon!” I say
so beautiful is this, this month of May

And why not give it another day?
what do we let stand in our way?
everlasting paint on the memory do we spray
extending resistance to an other May Day

In requesting this, to God we need not pray
it is not his day to keep nor to give away
unlike our adversaries, we do not need to slay
just wait half a minute for this thirty-second of May

May 32 is merely empty symbol, you say
but so too are all labeled days I counter convey
the problem that we all find is so so ordinary
discovering quickly—days are all work, no play

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