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