Rats sniffing glue in darkness
replaced by authorial glee
over ticks in boxes, gilded chains
free volcanic vapours
in shattered crystal cups,
left like strap-ons between lines
of snow
and the city council’s dark roads;
rats scurry their walls
in search for more of same,
the sticky truths will prevail;
Rats sniffing glue in darkness,
born on darker roads
in darker times
of darker authors, the offsprings
of the masters from hell,
the authorial voices
with a smiley face.