The dare that fell from his mother’s 

truthful lips a minute in the light might 

shake and rise drunkard rose hips 

the signs that do not show you the 

crumbs left in her oven.


The box stacked in the index isles

broken Hand stocked market music


The places that often mislead you to

names pronounced rock and twine 

worn as thin as the easy listening 

gas masked child.


How often are you mistaken for the four 

vowels replacing the Ingredients 

that made this.


Ergo there for one percolator j’amie