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.