Grinding teeth or gears 

the world continues to lurch 

forward, crushing all 

Let me get back to 

that dream so rudely ripped from

me by the dawn's roar 

 Hey dog, dig that dog 

digging, a dog that digs and

digs, digging digging 

The street sweeper's blues

gets washed away each morning 

like so much debris 

Under a street light 

sits someone with a thousand 

faces watching you 

Hearts and minds aren't  

so easily bought when lies

cannot be swallowed 

Hope so dangerous 

swings between ecstasy and 

darkness unto night