Baratour Statesman Over the Tire of a Yellow El Camino Electric Bicycle

lawn fabric ironing baratour statesman inclined low to the barking sound
hired for bird mimicking and charm pagan bow, like a leaf-string autocrat,
some plead with you to bring the end now soon, like taxis to hallucinations,
others know Earth has faced far worse than this, and Earth is better without us,

yes, the horrors of the entire Earth, holistically, with all the to collective rage
has faced even worse that this still, where the eldest cetaceous son parks in the snow,
more than our decree or fattening, drinking the water out of bodies with celery,
but God and Earth are not bound to us, not to our arrogance or self-importance,
our behavior, our gait, a chincer smoking arthouse stalled in the dreaming freeway

we were once old men being old men, catching fry houses like mutual neighbors
we are now stage crash imports fearing the fraternity of yawning fetches of milk strays,
money and a few strongmen has made us cowards on peaks of yellow fountain dust,
the parking lot bully is taking every wallet and purse and laughing at our willingness,

yet now no bone shoulders the horror his to dread, vertebral wound dress, visible sign,
his own smearing, covering over the tires, the barley of took oil, splash in the cooking bath
of a yellow moonlight El Camino electrical bicycle past the hush of more tolerate tones