the brilliant side of gold dulled today slight. bread knives were sharpened to spears near angles. five leather boys unearthed a milky song with their mouths and fingers. blue hyacinth shadows the cars of neighborhood fixtures and light. hums picked up early in shopping cast widow’s dresses near various overtones on buttons and knobs for a luxurious final. Tug tug past the calendar paper lapses with new days in jungle suits they all wear from the cup dripped a plastic book or two. nine feathers growing underbrush tight gifting dear eagles pretend they might die. if shifty the corn holder asshole in view from plastic ostrich carving formulas nearby. legs push the screws and cycle the froth back to corners, back to the stamp collected blood fry where cities divide often. Junked rot tires and duct taped genital lambs brought out by girls in cans if they can on television ties with broken america shape stains tattoos on the medieval earth. all added to less speaker systems at some point or built up into nothing before eyes in stationary stations. pronto pronto. & someone’s son pretends to be just that.