the 

craft world 

the lovely 

crafted world 

 a beacon to 

the light 

of nights

stowed like 

 a raccoon 

on a hi speed train 

jack kerouac'd 

to death

  some sonic 

misapprehensions

 like a rat faced 

insinuation

to a starving ghetto

blaster 

eating 

pupusas 

by candle light 

in a bombed out building 

 in Gaza

with the tv on 

 and no electricity 

how do they do it 

don't ask

still the mice 

are in the 

cabinet 

and we shine the 

polish

 on the police cars

 talking 

about 

this or that 

it's another day

in Brisbane, CA

and we have to go 

pick up the 

marijuana