matchboxes in the soil for tourniquet weddings

delicate merit for the worthy horses of concrete and green fodder
stooped and bowing like a franchise on the cover of Marines Co. magazine
prisoners are shaking in line to either perform a duty or be killed
with the eventual disappointing promise of freedom at the bell hall

running 37 meters with promises to keep, like a father’s last request
diligent, nimble, with a flatline mosaic under the trophy of holistic awards
groceries mocking the row of books like paper gravel under bedrock tendencies
the television castrating the man of the moon for proper commercial appeal

a matutinal history of olive cloves and thrift store prince charming shamed
carrying the baby weight of rhodium tip degrees of depression banked deep
until the next few days begin with lights of summer evenings, traitors to the day
like a marshmallow sky traveling lightly along the earth’s crust tilling evening rain