Shave the day’s ass and walk it backwards
For even a blind rat finds a sewer now and again.
Hear the tapping of their tiny canes,
The scuttling of their street sharp claws,
My friends, this is a movement
That has blossomed from an inchoate
Bead of sweat into fully-formed salty tears
Rising like the oceans,
A palpable fear beyond metaphor,
Scripted and hidden away for years
Beneath a lonely boy’s pillow,
Dampened with dreams and kisses
Right next to a mule’s champed bit,
Divinity’s teeth marks on the carcass.
The world’s not flat. Its an infinity pool
And we just sold out of extra-small sunglasses.