Riot

the little thieves
that live up my sleeves
march out with levity and litheness
clumsy and graceful
herald their arrival
a callathump
with trumpets and tambourines
a vaudeville
of clangour, carnage and chaos

they work quickly
deft and nimble of fingers
to expose and exhault
to unbridle and unshackle
and to cultivate
capacity

one thousand little hands
beckon and beguile me
to run riot
to yawp barbarically
to live

                                   freely, fully, fiercely and

insanely.