The feathers of wild turkeys plucked
And found reattached to the Recreational tourists
Hands last seen head dressing as the shutters
close on the green eyed shadowed heroine
once found on abstract laser disc
boxing filigree filed between a thrift store career.
As Dispatcher rides towards the cote of doves
Searing glass eyed and water endings
Weaving In vines tracing now within
its vains as it trys press ganging the world
To a faster time of already slow inked words.
to take the corners with detachment
and view the toll and see the created in the belted image.
as the Flushed Rosacea fades but for a simile of youthfulness
Amongst beach curtained X’s as it trys to tape over
It’s naked front to back Cover the thoughts of its latest
nought with well rubbed brass.
As the sequenced try’s to lay claim to Steam keys
now lying in the gutter with open mouths full of harmony.