drawing by Cristy C. Road

CALLING ALL CREATURES OF THE NIGHT :

THE FUTURE IS NOW.
IT IS TIME TO COME HOME.
RETURN TO THE FOREST OF THE FUTURE, WHERE
THE REVOLUTION HAS ALREADY BEGUN……

Calling to all y’all creatures with humps
You radical faeries, you witchy ass punks
You glittercorns, seaponies, glamorous skunks
All of you legends and queens of the dumps

You nerdy librarians, radical Jews,
You east village icons who’ve always been cool,
You anarchist puppeteers, marching band friends,
You’re not sure you’re called here, but want to know WHEN

YOU, and YOU, and YOU, and YOU.
The forest it beckons to all of you all!

Faeries and besties and Festies and beasts,
Fishes and ponies and cronies at least

WE, and THEY, and SHE, and YOU
Are schlepping to Greenpoint for Destiny Ball!

Push open the door and a forest awaits!
At the edge of the world behind steely dark gates
A labyrinth marked off by trailblazing scouts
So no one gets lost, if you’re flagging queer lookout

If it weren’t so late, this poem would have meter
But I’m already anxious for these words to land,
So it’ll have to stay flawed, faerie godmother’s sorry
But invites you to join us, as soon as you can.

The REVOLUTION begins on
SATURDAY, MARCH 2nd
44 A.S./after stonewall
AT THE EDGE OF THE WORLD
WITH A VIEW OF THE OTHER SIDE
(otherwise known as GREENPOINT, BROOKLYN)