Flammable Pedagogy

Always field of flowers
to the always field of flowers
filled with flowers in the
tunnel where the people
take the trains, happening,
on canvas, the light verse
of brown on the island
colored grey where the
artists go and the monarch
butterflies enter the poem
triumphant, in a ring of fire,
under the holy city of the
tennis courts, filled with
butterflies and flowers and
the trains and you that are
the trains and are the artists
on the island, go out and
multiply, being who you are,
unalone and on the train
to be composite of the
midnight filled with midnight
full of midnight filled with stars.