I’ve Been Yearning for a Riot

At the Bronx Zoo

The cobras unlock their jaws into safety pins // Pick

Open the locks of their terrariums & escape.


The penguins throw // Student loans at women with Prada purses.

So upset the thought // Of happiness existing anywhere seems insulting.


The albino rhinoceros pushes // Open the gates of his captivity.

How he dreamt of a road trip & camping in Yosemite.


To walk in the valley & let waterfalls empty their bladders into his mouth.

The ram rams open // The gates of his enclosure too.


The apricot parrot // Sings the same song of struggle.

Anti-capitalism means // The rich can no longer // Control us with their laws.


This whole fucking zoo will burst like a // Molotov cocktail

Once the parrot sets flame to the aviary &


Then a fly flies // Onto the spine of a gazelle // A gazelle

Who’s lighting a blunt while // Resting her hip against the ice cream stand &


The alligators are starting to pour margaritas.

Alligators used to be enemies with the gazelle // But now they’re together.


They hijack the stereo & start dancing to Selena’s

“Bidi Bidi Bom Bom.”


The pigs // A most anxious of animals // Stay locked inside.

The pigs are feeling their badges // Hiding in mud & waiting for the uproar
   to pass.


Here come the wisps of tranquilizer darts // Humans pushing giraffes whose

Necks are craned in the shape of a // McDonald’s arch &


Now we’re at the juncture where everyone suspends // we mustn’t

fold back to corn meals from the trough.


I’m dashing to freedom // My cheetah crop-top // Turns me into a cheetah.

My legs are pixelated in quick motion // Catch me


If   you can!

Source: Poetry (January 2020)