the ruler

shadowed lingerers are revealed every half block

along sick barre street 

with its ailing microcosm-of-barre feel

languid in their trashy greed

for temperate lethargy

it is the first warm night of the year after all

i wanna get languid too

as i walk newly free from my serfdom

of all natural meat-slicing

and lazy yuppie ass-kissing

the light rain begins to fall

the night makes its threat on freedom

like a nun who hates childrens' laughter