Toes spurned by the hot asphalt and salved by the grass

Offer no opinion to the run's after party -

Three DuMaurier's fished from the well-salined fannypack

And imbibed back to back 

Smoke touches the whites

Pupils pin backwards

Alchemy as the electrical dives into the 

Chemical soup,  nods to Broca and tries in vain to rally the troups in the Dopa mine

This surfeit of nicotine and endorphins should cajole;

Should white-water through the mines,  and

lift the workers above chasms and through grooves

Like acid-addled surfers pinching and collecting

Florid ghosts and epiphanies 

In handbags for later consumption

but they don't

Reward system is out of service today

Working at half production or less

Coughing and spittling its way

Half blinded and neutered by 

Birth's practical joke

Grain based lighting would do it

and would have done it 

if not for recovery's choir

Who decided a quick concert on that street corner

and this one

and here 

Were needed

No visible conductor leading them through their venues

Yet clearly present

And I am gifted with another 24.