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
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.