Self-Employed (1992)

Star-dash cars now zip along the street,
Wink into the town,
Swerving like party-colored leaves
Surfing the wind.
Everyone’s going going going SOMEwhere!
Gone. Here? “Yes!
Straight to the top!
Another perfect day
For another perfect dollar!”

Mine! I have made it!
Now send up flowers
And sky-hearted piano players!
I want clouds to break,
And stars to take,
With craft ever true up-soaring!
Sky, sun, time—-won!
Won for the President
Of company Me!

Am I too bold, too free, too loud?
Just wait till I’m more proud.
No, I can’t be quiet.
Love, come now, with me, all night!

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