(Your Own) Personal Ghetto

treading water isn't ever easy
doggy paddle this cat about the moat
throw us a lifesaver wouldja boss?
or if that's too much a paper boat?
huck it over nice and high
you know the floaty ring ya toss?
yeah we'd like to lick ourself to dry
shake ourself until we're dizzy
act as if we're very busy
please don't touch us, we're still pissy
we'll just slink out like a stoat



Lycidas wherever art thy drowned?
his corpse beneath the surf and sand
tubeworm-tiara sprouts from his skull
somewhere beneath a rusty hull
perhaps he'll be found once and for all
washed up on a sunny atoll
but either way, come the Fall
we're sailing off to the South Pole



crows ruffle
like black pinecones
snow will fall