The pilgrims hat.

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.