Mirage imperial.

Hardwired for a liquor licensed birthing 

fever beads of home brew love 

Is like becoming the temperance 

epidemic the american inches that no one 

really gains abridged mirages of imperial 

power failure

Blue footwear that won’t shrink 

to fit the like of lion foamed black denim.


Turning up lost in carp pools that varnished  

until the rains return again under disintegrating

Theatre we stop watch as you try to perpetually 

erase your past.


ranging left when aiming right against the grain 

The lifes inducing stars in the night 

hands of cave Dwelling man.