Sunday, April 24, 2016

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.





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