Monday, October 5, 2009

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.

1 comment:

  1. Delightful. Especially those, er, "garbage sauces"... YIKES.

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