orthotropic networth

It was late at night\on the fifth of may
the rain hard and wet on the black causeway
the busses yet to roll and the birds on the dole
the city was empty as the bank vault entry
the getrichquick car sped down the lane
the swervish captain took serious aim
a pull of the trigger another and a thunder
clapped the mother on the back pouring ether
in her eyes the burn and no more lies
worth seeing anyway cause its the first of may
come what will and what will fray

the fortress

we have a moat
filled with carp big pike
muskie even to inhale the femoral arteries
of any intruder

we have a wall
steel wheels grumbling and humming
all night, bright spot lights shining out
the false prophets who should dare
propose a method or a madness

we have that glass factory
smashing vitreous pannels
discarded angles to be reconstrued as a liver cask
exporting to hither and thither
zephers on the ground sparkling and sharpening

we have that rail
a volcano passive and beneath the crust active
one accident away from krakatoa no-joke-ah
coal dust smoke coat
a tonic for periodic table laced alveoli

we had a history
clovers donkeys and the kings daughters brung
together a missive of a grand economy
tannin and oak leaves left livid fingers
raw and seven digits prosper

we have the point
being solid on foundations of prisms
the whole earths a beacon and the skys the lemons
with black snow falling upon the eppaulettes of
the french insurgent general, scrawling excuses on
the people's last properties
 

the guns of august

a gust aftificial though
the momentum's slough
to call it a bluff
the barber of seville cutting your throat ending the blush

sometimes it isnt some time, it is something

to sit and admit a burden uplifted
the quick decisions of neuron transitted
I think and I look whether time still exists
on the other side of four windows and sills

fair thee well to an ocean of seven tempers
eight times over the limit of a half whiskey ginger
a quarter cup sugar and still you wonder whether within as without
these visions can crumble