our inheritance
desultory constructs of ist-isms
addiction to the epigamic lifestyle

They label us "X"
since They do not yet see
the trouble we bring

we crest a tidal wave,
the coming Age of Dionysus,
poised above the Western beach below

intellectuals--take refuge in your grotto
build your Noah's Ark
to ride out the storm rising

but it may be too late,
for me...
on dry land, dripping wet