a diamondiferous hole in a boat where mouths are stored; revolution and dilapidated ghost-ferns

trail by trachled and empowered student movements
across aching sand with wheat and running rats
where the water-heavy animals of the student body
apply for working visas on the top of ladder trucks
did this not ail the combined compost of the heatwave
bedrocks of revolution coming from the unlikely same place
military too frightened inside their stallage to given thought
here we will walk, the encompassing globe caught off-sighted
doubting the trail of milk poppy standards are really books
3:00 a.m. night clocking lights of standard accommodations
we steal some French news under the moonlight of angels on flights
in the space between hazed dreams and dilapidated ghost-ferns