Death row Jigger.

Perfume could not make it to melt the iced chai 

Prior engagement filming its life as a death row Jigger 

Can you fix the belt on dangerous autonomous interchange

lifting up paving stones to eat wantonly grubby things.

pressed sheets are unmade beds dancing to those 

that lead and make morning calls of paper folds 

caught behind diamonds in the steamed brushed 

scene the overseeing winter weathered boats that

remain frozen.

Fingers paused on the mute and chromed bowed silence

Jigs of sweeps jigs of type and jigs for those set for war

Deciphering clairvoyant ultraviolet voyages.

Listen to the Forge metronome in silo of spring born.

Waterboat man.