Rain Tracks and Arking Lots

sell ourself at Gipodrom
howl at bloody moons
feed and nourish our own muse
in cold poverty's embrace
listen for new rhythms and
sing them about face



to nip and kick most sassily
to shake a rigid mane
to hoot and holler, chew on grass
to live the life of a free ass...
or to be a big old mule
a crafted thing, a human's tool
wise and strong and dead-end drive
it's aspiration to be alive!


Thank you, Mister President
and Thank you, Men of Means.
you've proven finally to we
you're just the consequences of beans.


We don't recall, we weren't there?
to help at all! But to be fair:
It's not as if we aren't here now
to tell you that we care,
and we're glad that you have found
such a gaggle of friends around
To keep you safe and sound


Now we wait and see
whether the elves of poetry
and the whales of honesty
will get this sinking ship aright
and get to port before the night.


The nature of Existentialism — kittens in a box
Existence precedes Essence and we can't exist yet, boss!


An interesting option for us to explore
we ought to try that ourself
we find it rather rarely, Sleep
and we hear it's good for your health!