West Colliders

there are lonesome boundaries not related to any malnourished Scarsdale trumpet
like musket wolves foraging for laughing friends
in the dulcimer landslide transplant
natural and forfeited among the waiting hour

too tasteful to rest
too resentful to adapt the tasteless beat
like a tent mess with mother and father and uncle blazing finger food tricks
free for the moment in the presence of witnesses
free for the moment

west colliders staking the blame for the mesmerizing french horn bloom serpent dance

yesterday nectar arrived against grey rainbow skies
Aubry’s dreams disappeared for the promise of the giving tree in the light of misdirection

with the fortune of tears in the sink of the Albany heatstroke
the magnifier took off his glasses and began to count