Plastic Fasting on the Sound of Your Borrowed Engine Chorus

crony culpritism finds the absence of strangers alluring
they will bark at your feet like timid carnivore whales
seeking some resemblance of Hesdon’s majestic iconography
adroit with pleasures found feasible in minor days of plastic fasting

She comes in our waking dreams of an endless sky, just a dream
passing coordinated tests in warehouses in Belgium,
casting soft leisure like an overcoat on boasting balconies
reminded of the reification of our weathered history

She will visit from time to time, not to enchant or try your self-esteem
but to plant vivid images of warehouse horses in plague retreats
much like the alimony of parched fathers, no longer home
no longer among the purpose of the dream, but synthesized like asphalt

too targeted to be grateful, no, we cannot spare a moment of thanks
not for the Everlasting, not for the timid tabletops on the shore
not for Keats or hammered on nails of masquerade balls like firestorms
there is no wonder here, no town or home so placated by dread

among the townspeople She did cry a balcony of regret and reforestation
like a lived dream She shared with you, but you could not hear Her song
Her pivotal moment was each to be with you, but you were in such a hurry
you didn’t pass by Her door on your way to class,..pleasing to the ear
was the sound of your footfalls, like evening grass on curtains of mountainous joy
like suburban warfare halted for dinnertime, so that both sides may tread lightly