Two black and blue kittie cats bordered by the creak of night,nOne howling pretty, both howling right.nBed upon bed asleep beneath the yellow moon,nOne cat says, I'm making ground,nThe other cat says, Fuck yeah! Me too.nNight jet trails merging with the bright, bright moon.nnO, quickest mouth gone hailstorm and knock-aboutnWith shining spit on the chin that helps the stones roll out,nLeaving pirate eye patches and wheelchairs in the dust,nI'll be greasing that jaw and watching for rust.nTell it like it is! Tell it like you do.nNight jet trails merging with the bright, bright moon.nnIf every axe handle broadcasts its designer,nThen my prints are on yours, and yours are on mine.nKeep swinging that work till your work shirt seams split,nI'll bust out, fresh-hatcheted, and finish it.nUsed to quit so soon.nNight jet trails merging with the bright, bright moon.nnNear the army base on the seashore, a campfire glimmers,nWave over wave, yes, but whisper on whisper.nA branch breaks on the high dune as two breaths are shorted!nI load up the shovels; you ready the horses.nYou know what to do. Always talking to you.nNight jet trails merging with the bright, bright moon.