Mambo

The Water -
Dripping down the drain,
The perfect world of lost terrain.
The rain is falling, as in pain,
The roads are singing in the rain
The sounds of winds;
The moving chain;
The zipper merging traffic lane,
Entangled flowers, passing train;
When you are running for the bus
The grass will wave "Goodbye" to us;
Into the river on the bus;
The War
Of cloth, the war of dust
And cards
Are waiting for the new collapse;
It will be coming
Before dusk
And Musk
On Mars...