a tint of malaise at the sound of coins crashing onto twine concrete

hissa heard from the cry of collapsing capital trains
remorse and digestion wrecked the passengers’s jewelry
for what now could their credit cards see
now that all leafs are green and all tides wade in
favoring a hung-up on trend of candle wax toffee cans
where no marked dysphoria beats out in the wild
no counter cash stamp steers along a passive camp
no, no blemish from his railway will be discarded
onto a discovered whelp of hissa heard from dogwood
where patios and shell sheds go rowing for miles
bought land that was counter cash coded like cider

“Come out of here,” God works to speak through music
just a passage at a time where starts and rhythms chime
like Dover, DE malfeasance coasting through crewed costs
crimes writing and missing hands like window posts
creating all of the life sciences onto a single beat
where no trials for talk or sinning bears go to the coast
a coarse and seeming belief in pairing winter with cold,
however, so aged are you in your possessive dreamesque oak
liners that you cannot stem to the masks of the brittle conquerors
deyan frowning plastic scattering denominations of the scope
where the prince has preconfigured the cost of rope’s derided tain