Fearing fire molotov mixed heaven
ahead of the thirsty road
that would take him past ferris
to close a case called sesame.
he at once knew himself from time spent
as a youthful dancer table topping
With antlers and owls who regularly
switched grubby cities for pinches
to meet with the double crossed blades
Of traitors creating laws behind
diamond glazed doors
sommeliers say to have Seen
Themselves reflecting in the rivers
Dyed with blood of anemas.
Where paper mill soaked the residue
Of war torn spill
children dip their toes where some Go
to meet there boarded maker.
A match dreadnaught no longer boxed
Bathed and refreshed.