TORRID AND MUCKY LINES
With a little effort I could've retched.
This was supposed to be a haven
of conscientiousness,
and what has it now become?
Alas, my cute bean, it has become
a haven of relish.
Maybe I'd like to travel on a floating gavel
out over the garages and smoking kilns,
hidden behind a silent film in the sky,
and watch as my companion gliders,
haberdashers azules, visit the garbage
bins and healthiness in these cities' yards.