pipes translucent to Calgary heights (and hemmed, astrained lawyers)

in the patronizing dust of seagulls walking the proudest line
fruit from aged pigs walk like stallions across evaporated winter
from Sandstone City to Washington, D.C., streetcars dance on theatre,
revoking a lost art of repair in conditions not intended for the slope of rust

bank offices built on oil and melted star reserves counter a rower’s bench of prayer
triumvirate stalls milking the ash dew honey of the observer’s appraisal
marched away like toxin sand on the melting form of Pyroeis bowed like a river,
tête-à-tête on the shaking glow of black resin in the temporal lobe of Earth’s vulgar morn’

steps on traps where saints bear to think, sink elemental cries upon cries in the sugar woods
laughing like the great estates of Calgary, hindered to thought where orchards wed to hunt,
now elapses a time that would have made a rarefied casting sharp difference, trembling a sore,
caught past dense nuptials of rights for the stockings of Her amber palm, now thrown in shale orbit