Drum and Based

so long we melt like granular plasma
the accretion suddenly losing bonds
a shabby heap of carbon dusk
polarized light peripheral as needs must
orbital refractions with lost memories of lust



Or perhaps we'll stay inside
for a moment we take a pause
the man, the chin is not the prize
the cats outside have sheath'ed claws
that would be the seat he occupies



Don't hate on Babylon
we want that intimacy back
could do without the civilization
but communication is our crack
the one in the Bible is propaganda
we're talking bout a city of mud
economics, science, construction
art and music: Our life's blood


spoken voices the grace of breath
little catches and pauses of woe and regret
primal recognition an unmistakeable scent
a not-quite-right but similar enough
fellow sufferer, you are a lot like us
faster, smarter, more flexible
hope Ur and Moon didn't break the mold


Farcinatin' fornicatin' foal farriers five
slide seven slithering scarlet skirt-slits sideways slyly
nine niobium nightsnakes nip nightly
nobody minds, nobody dies