Those chariots, ra cing your run,
autographing flooded slums.
Those chariots, they never sleep,
chased you down a lilac's lung.
they're closing in, made your wife from diesel fumes.
Those chariots with megaphones
threw a bachelor party for you.
Soaked fur just dyes our dirty talk.
Every fang is polished gag- colored green like
a sun so sick it only shines when it sinks.
Your mother's tethered to the tv set.
Your father's doing push-
ups in the driveway again.
We want a forest just like a museum where
the leaves are priceless antiques,
Memorabilia from a century
Those chariots stamp their ID
disappointment's sobbing chords.
Those chariots trampled new filth on
fantasies you can't afford.
Cold claws just ransacked your pockets.