and why not I demand? why friggin not?
your smile may fall like a drop
from the washings hung
in an untouchable afternoon
and why friggin not
my face becomes the oasis
in the spilling endlessness
of an arid fate
why friggin not
earth spins free
from context of clock
there is a milling, grinding
crowd of unborn desires
seeking friggin womb of deception

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friggin/