The vagrants

    We are misplaced.
    The shopping centres pollute us
Like a wet shirt—

    Our amphibian skin
Shames us. We are sideways.
(We breathe and imbue

    Like effete plastic bags.)

Our beige bonsai hearts
Fetter the clay;
    They do not beat.

What a finical freak show;
Woe the pallor of Wednesday.
    I suggest we fight this week—

For our lost walls
And our lost cause;
    In the name of yesterday.

Dale Chou
2005-06-08