fractal dollars for a hostile church’s porcelain lamps

macron dirt bellows for Princeton portion ice makers on cluttered shelves
in the rueing filter-piebald horses’s whisperings where fathers fear hammers,
ejected, like smokestacks over contrite Sunday packages stolen from the lawn
of the kestrel’s allied following, degraded among the common illmannered
stag coefficient with closed-door meetings, like an empty hostile church,
Monday cider with crested and emboldened gold stamp errors lost in lucifer’s 
broken down fractal time, where dollars greet heads of state with porcelain lamps
do not sell another person’s labor and do not sell the Earth, imprint dross birth