gallop through the smoky fight
race into the valley of their cross fire
move at the speed of sight and light
where the edge of the web never tires

the longer it goes the more it mows
we’re so deep don’t make a peep
got the slows don’t pick your nose
when they start shootin’ the grade is steep

mouse heads appear on the couch
stairs get greasy and the world slick
it turns out nothing is worth that much
and the president is really a horrible dick

the sound of the hoofs are digital bits
the way they go down as they get hit


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Today marks his one year anniversary as a poet columnist for Oddball Magazine.