solvent violin striking matches up the coast

everyday time pricks its prince request
like sherry-colored match equations
dining in the heat of exasperation
stills marking out the fragmented time

there were no lonely neighbors
along this cut on the Mason-Dixon line
stormy aquagroves patronizing in the streets
where twelve thin characters churn dailiness
were remarked this ocean’s palm so dwelth
chance would stand adjoined to prison’s parish