Clever Arnold

Dreadful Floyd and Clever Arnold

Across the battens, they

Hiding out in sun and shadow

Looking out for laziness

They of course are going to beat with the same old shtick

Ford the river in the same damn place

Drop the hammer and a trip to the bathroom quick

Some things never erase.

Beat the boy, his murdered father

Had these feet of clay

Any other one but not her

She can help the days go by

That’s about it – tell me, where is the fun in that?

Not denying is the new denial

No one sees her ‘cause she always pulls her hat

Down below her smile.

Ach du liebe Zeit! Those pinstripes!

Make a migraine howl!

It’s so hard to hold someone tight

When they argue loudly.

I expected something more from a calloused hand

Not the slippage of velveteen

No amount of breath can salvage a plastic land

I mean it!