Fallen tops. 

Here today gone tomorrow 

the pine arrived for the tops 

fallen from ashen faced trees 

Wearing masks treated 

with a shave and creole haircut.  


The King of pageants and cups of sorrow 

the dial tone coverage of wild 

cotton rivets thrown down 

To franklins feet 

Imagine the mohecians to call

Upon in this hour of loneliness 

A long distance yarn catchup 


At this time of day or night 

The answers still the walnut whipped

By a carved tusk 

and a wall where a wood house 

flowers with psychologist highlighted

In yellow.