???/!!!/I Can See My House From Here/Rat Race

new streams
seem
unfamiliar
dream hidden
in rye
cut down
like
old
beauty
queens
pageantry
dried
like a a potato ring
in some nameless
field
a place to C#
all my own
golden notes
for a lost boy
and his golden throne
some place that will not ask
questions that will not
for another day
for the right name
to replace
space ship in the
trismeric flow
what else is played
against the rhythmic
hics and coughs
that never stop
that language never tops
did you get it in the last bit?
do the stars shine like diamonds
when you look away?
do the lines in the face of
mars ever make
you wonder?
wander into space
inside?
its a plutonian race
you're rats to ponder
best to move
on
gander
question
in the ether...