Lamplight gov’nor each assisting the crane

From opening the sidewalk café, granulated

And or sandy on Sunday how many, your brass leaps from the train

When confronted with a doggish smile.

So if lesbians in the wind or on line at the bank buy you a round, pushy

Who climbs the taxi cab window shuts on your hand, the cave

Mouth sings, Shelby come again, mount my leg, billiards leave me with lemons only

But I’m mostly more fond of ether, air

A globe lit up from within by a refrigerator bulb

Takes me to the gas station, a classroom, the ether

Has me cradled in its arm when the car hits the lamppost at sixty I am his only love I am in the grille

Like a soup ladle a song of ore.

I’m listening. The crane bounces checks intentionally gov’nor

But before the jaws of life come out I request my own broken space station

A seizure, the iron operator yelling into the yarn ball

When will he be finished with it, the quota, the moon

Buggy again bumps up to your mouth below sea level. Is she a believer

In the swordfish, the pill? Each one through enemy airspace

My strategy as it stands is to sell parts of my car-crash brain

Each motion sickness eating me out in my chair