hats are encaustic
coat the head in wax
gospel semi-quixotic
software binary transmission

hats live in the street
buried by a pair of boots
behind the wheel of a car
at the helm of a spaceship
on top almost everywhere


sweet dream
world in blue
is so good
x-machine rhythm
makes my heart go
ride the subway
like everyone else
we all pay
a token at the gate
works for our boss
arrive home late

this cool sweat
gleaned arm
is not mine
it is the city’s
i am just one
of the great buildings
that live in the street


keys are heavy
bad on their own
turn real mean in gangs
always getting high
and starting fights
it’s worse when they’re organized
they become part of society
and are almost impossible to isolate
in the ’30’s keys would often run
small towns, corrupt civic
and buy off the local police
they’re less obvious about it today but
that’s because they don’t like bad publicity
we glamorize keys
in movies, popular fiction and
t.v. shows and implicitly accept
a hidden market based upon
illegal products, strong arm tactics
and white slavery—but that only
proves people will buy anything
which sort of explains
why keys act the way they do