Patronage Winds

where no stellar breadcrumbs crawl
distant patrons lock their teeth
like an abscess of time and curled stones
wringing wet hands like fabricated joint tenancy
under purple wings of accountants and bankers
never faced with a riddle they could not solve

their passengers are angular straw-boss tornadoes
hidden in the linguistic antecedent that puffs
like an angel disguised as a common bird
a common fluke of wonder and satire
for admonition and tell-tale songs of defeat
under lost wreckage and dowry wings

where the patronage winds stumble while grazing amplifies
their personal locked commission is a statue that borrows and cries