Formaldehyding

Face down in a puddle of mud
come certainties of leather boots and rainclouds above
But the sun hits the back of his sensitive head
and coaxes Jackie-boy out of his unmade bed
With promises of eye contact and shared experiences

*

Back in Babylon no more hope
just reminiscing, rape and rope

Back in the basement nothing grows
no more warnings no more woes

Back in the bottle where nothing heals
we found the solution to all our ills