Slow cats On high trails with claws out and teeth shown Coyote packs Night tracks Gangs with cash Gangs with shields With knives out And guns drawn On Marshal Way Skackers Squiggers down Hayden, cross Thomas Streets full of barbs In hot air The cold stare The sudden howls The moaning crowds With claws out And teeth shown The siren life The wild life A heavy spree As shit rolls On turquoise

Past rain that shatters beaten ground performs for us The blossoms that now still remain rejoice their form Past darkness past the fall of light That turns more clever with each morning holiday Reforming shadows into paths across the fields Now swollen now a color-slashed delight With fire we arise winged-glowing wise To find we are the angels we once dreamed of ours The engines driving noisy joy As morning brings to us again our favored time Selecting from within the best we have Rejecting shadows fleeing passing in our light