When the night came
We hid in torsos, the world turns
It was a hard surface but our tears rusted the floor pan
And licked water, rain water that escaped turned to blood
Let us imagine the death of a bulldozer
That bulldozer that ratcheted up noisily; that bleated the world ears
That night, from a cemented hole, he came out searching for air, and found his death
But not so easy a death, for they pierced his nostrils to make him look yuppie, rubbed lipstick on his lips, and pierced his ass, no, his anus with a barman’s sharp knife.
The ship stowaway from Empire Building became a darling of sorts
Until another night came in some distant desert
A haze of smoke ensconced this barricaded being
A representative of Augustus Caesar
But never mind who he represents
He ventured out, smoked out like Saddamy Hussein
He must have taken a plunge on the street
Why the great fall down these days on the street, like Wall Street?