fortressed impressions of skies and stall fountains under drought warnings adrift

murking in the cystoblast of jackets woven to un-entry like statistics on downy April fire falls
and midnight coats, narrow, sowing in love where dermatologists try and gain the weight
occasional drift of diurnal angels upending the swollen dialectics of sombre weightstands
students knock on doors to seek signatures, aching, and here and there stalling, gracelessly,
for the petition of God, ladies and gentlemen milk the screens of malfeasant telescopes,
eat fortress defenses of mind and will and the paper station working Bill of States, mistaken

welcoming every side of the slow equator that dies not for you, but your reader, weeping letters
never knowing the maladroit circumference that floats above the sea of contempt and scattered
heads and nouns in perfection, relented ghosts that never stomached the take out from the parade
just seven houses to part the way of simulacra, dosing the wire tripping fire like stagnant Aprils
dive stepping grain forte-trenches that never had a moment to foresee the closing od grid weather

never a magistrate upon the old blurb casually mailing the pastries and fomenting bread castles,
not in there, wings of turned doves that judge you like forests hidden behind the city under candles
or winter Willow Ptarmigan, sleeping and misstepping on grocery carts taken too far, too long,
on snowflaked mounted sects, hushed under the frosted wheels that dragged across the ice in pits
from exhaustive trips in Alaska and Korea and Russian accordions attempting to steal the air, whispers
they have opined on the miniseries of night sweats and glaring gasps of nocturnal steaks and potatoes
and stashes like sour appraisal mathematics losing our nation to wincing corn pipes and skyrides

all assigned to too many streets, bears all accompanied the accordions on straights of hammers
preaching father ol’ ham radio’s forgotten tune like a lifeline to wrecked messaging on the last day,
leaving a new specter for mountain stops and old farm laundry deported for forms of space and place
here learning all in memoriam to enfolding cosmic stall wonders that are neither true or false lending
outage tax paying diemenche gardens taking the wintry closet maps that beat to a marked stone air
and broken teeth philosophy under drought warnings and Sundays left unattended like island shares