they have stolen my things

WE SINK TOWARD THE WATERY DARK MUDDY CITY
OF NO HOPES
ASPHALT LAKE FLOWING DOWN INTO THE
RAPIDS OF NO RAFTS
IN THE SLUMBERING
CITY OF DREAMS
AND NO HOPES
AND SMILE, BABY, PLEASE,
OR DON'T
WALK WITH ME DOWN THE GENTLE SLOPE
WHERE ANCIENT FOOLS
WOULD LAUGH AND CHOKE
ON UNPALETABLE THOUGHTS
AND GREEN LEAF LAURELS
ENCIRCLED MOSTLY BROKE
HEADS BROKE UP BY
flowing streams
of thought and things
and things too
not just thought
but things