He sat in the doorway  Of the dead superstore  The rain fell over the night  His guitar has no strings  He plays on Feeling the notes Strumming the rhythm  No sound but the rain He moans out the chords  To the empty street  Muffled by the rain

We speak a secret languageWe never stopped to learnWe all put out the fireWe still linger in the burnWe forget our friends and neighborsWe bend to idle handsWe waste our blessed timeWe lay our ground in sinking sandWe search...

You are the fart In the elevator In the cinema In the sauna   You are flatulence personified And yet you go flat Like bubble-less champagne Warm like piss Left in the death of afternoon   You are the politician In the pay of the billionaire Bought Ready to sell the people For scrap   You...