Grinding the tethering the chattering teeth
to flightless humidor trimmed in creams
and nets of the four Mercurial names
for the mermaid Land locked amongst
When did the last glass Aquaplane
Into the those handtied hearts
lost in the drive through sermon.
Forbes a valley good fellow
To stop to stare at Baird rattlers
The mountain range it can’t climb.
the pawnshops say Hawks chased tallon
ships down wind of the moorings
to the Death Valley girls yours for
drams to those toasted dreams
Adverts blowing along with condolences .