Ladys and Gentlemans

The wait is over, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Here and now you will be cured
A cloud or three is what you need
Then you’ll be freed
from the low down trampled chess
matches striking dry to wet slow sloppy start and sputter
clean, then. Now you try it.

Grate, grind, slide, slip, glide, rise, and reach
Rumble and preach
To the birds of the street that
You are not hungry
You are not tired
You are not bored
You are not what you were.

Step the steps that drag you out.
Hands bound - face down
Catch your train; I’ll catch mine,
And we’ll meet back to back
Behind Pergamus, burning.