The helicopter beam breaks in the window,
slides down the drain and illuminates the sewer;
stage lights for the cockroach vaudevillians
as they juggle one another for rat-nickles.

A body dredged from under the worm belly,
sheepish and bleached blue by his muckover;
the fish and the ooze played pinochle for his fingertips,
so he goes where no one goes because he's No One.

Sweet Sister Asphalt swept up your BLEH
when you didn't want to be a bother;
lapped up your pee when STARBUCK turned you out.

It's ok. It's all ok. Because when the air turns over
the green will come flickering on to full and
it will all be covered over with brunch.