fishing for neither capsule of the house

connecting phones to Mocking Birds
where patronage is spoken out loud
like tatted land broken in chains
feathered pain reminding me of keys
your piano did not alter the subterfuge
the waiting walking back to the ground
like drugs in a blizzard under steel ails
drinking the last sixes of bruises
if only I could pair alone like timorous stairs
bureaucrats cutting into each other’s twitched eyes
now come the slow binding of stand ads
pieces where formalism and order take all
drowns slightly among the neighborhood guests
positivism and commodity fetish scrambled post-lines
teaching dancers and contour fathers the echoes of drift
where neither stomping or localism could dream beyond
the only indicator of pledged directions away from finance
is a key of abolishing violence while education stands reborn