Craptastic
High falutinism
braving the
river for the
march
capturing a
bygone measure
a dram
twelve drips
to the
drome
well, we never had silverware
we eat with our
mouths
 and catch lillyfrogs
and beetlerovers
by the Monarch butterfly
leaves
we'll stay in the car
and listen
to the sound
with the windows
rolled up