White coiffeur.

Watch your revelations staring at television 

the control lost with each changing Station 

Another cross on the road from white coiffeur

skyline to the tidal blue rinses with spits

Twirling sticks and ice cream finger splints.

With no fortune ever found opening 

the cookie cutter of arranged maritime 

to rock climb having meet bruschetta 

Down beans On the rusting veranda of

Evolution where all is calm imagining thistles 

grow and grass to whistle and trains to Hyde.

As kites fly from bigtops of red family sedan

a day off from pleasantrys with coffee.