In the district of reaping soil,
Arching backs of reptilians
And lesser spirits
Of skyward advance.

Drifting on breezes left
Recumbent in the lesser days
Of interest and insurrection,
Maxims: the obsolete.

Bleed the boughs of cheerleaders
And others, the
Suburban menace,

Sufferance in the planes of
Inebriated holocaust;
Where the frames of men
Meet the steel of other
Worldly barbarisms and
Cliché cocktail talk.

So, we matriculate in
The wild somnolence;
A passing waif,
A common man,
An opiate for Clare.