When I am young again

We will cleave the Alps

In a 50s British motor car, screaming my dreaming,

Speeding us, red-dialed, to laze by Roman fountains.

When I am young again.

When I am strong again

The sinews of my arms

Will strain to halt the spin of Earth

Until an answer comes (and no answer simply will not do)

When I am strong again.

When I love as I loved then

The sweat and heat and heave
and life and the arched back
and the secret whisper

Will be the only God

When I love again as I loved then.

When I am bold again

I will split the ground with my words

And plant the oriflamme on 3rd Street and Van Buren.

Into the fissure with the red -faced coward

When I am bold again.

When I am young again

All’s for the making.

My futurist colours attract without pleading.

All of this I know will come to be

When I am young again.