Semi-Ode to the Urban Smell of Floodwaters

O climate change, your septic stalwarts braving

The rain as their tumultuous certificate of purity,

I owe you my liberation from intelligent pretense

Unto lost streets of cinematic realism and aesthetic

Fundaments, rechristening my erstwhile leprous

Fairness in these waters of neighborliness; grant

Me further mishaps and bankruptcies that I may

Be blessed with the contents of incomprehensible

Saintliness and charitable roars sharing my

Comeback, like a presidential candidate askew

And amiss about the abetted mud of crazy sanctity;

Pedal me forward like a bike against the current,

But allow me a smirk toward the contented jeers.

A jeep aborts a mission, a jar tangos to and fro, a

Jeremiad sings of a jalopy world of unrushed hours.

Whilst the floodwater, trash-induced and quite

The rat soup, rationally washes the world, with our

Trimmings and trappings stirred as fools’ food.

But I, being I, will see another day, improved again

Amid the litter, lesson unlearned, white again as

Paper freed from the tide of debris, urine, oil, garbage

Sauces, . . . back in the aroma of proud ink, letters.