Rushing in with your saws to beat the deadline,
bringing in one last haul,
foraging through the last of its kind
No cat was ever so besotted as to leave tracks like that,
just following orders, popping Dilaudid,
& hacking patches fraught with samizdat
Went & slash & burned it all with a clearcut resolve
First hand was your only school—
Only type of accord is an orphaned off ward,
twisting the rope or tempering the sword,
knocking rocks off the divide,
sleeping on the roof of a washed out ford
Come on home to a place you've never known!
Stepping out of the doghouse a little uneasily,
dragging your catch of bluefin & helicopter debris
We could've swapped stories, you & me,
instead of musing on how to censure & force pleas
There used to be adventure on the seas,
untold leviathans beneath,
but who accepts intentionality?
Every man is a poacher,
& every woman was always true
Our problems aren't upon us,
they are in us through & through
Tunnel under & crawl!
I'll meet you midway at the Crooked Barrel stall!
You'll have more fun with chump change
than you'll have at the ball!