Celluloid vampire who harvested
cotton denimlism
the pilgrims hat too wear on sunny day
That lead too a television dream
picked off where the crops used
To be
Squinting at halo of Sainted Hands
the quince’s scattered gardens paths
struck matches dropping aperitif
Pines under latterned lights
The salts of earth and retina moon
Broken vanity often mirrors the
Glamourous Hollywood hills
Signs lost to orange gods burning
The hemisphere apostrophe
catching sight of the atrophied
Stars of yester years inflection
Of changing tastes in
toungue rolls.
