Mastering the art of copyrighting
there are castanets which if you shake
enough you’ll fill the sky with carbon
When you photocopied farce you’ll
see a cats eye a working mind comprised
of aging signs .
in the grass that would Pull the lost
Adjust temperamental day
and throw boxes to level peg
that I still have of you stealing show reels
when there’s oceans dregged of men
dreaming for It’s Belles
that rang some time ago as story line
Story’s wore thin a second hand V sign
ago pinned on painted charcoal.