A blank day of those frozen car fingers gyrating on some hot clock’s breath

By the stood and bossy moonlight of a parked radiance that we could just swath

 some arguments folding under the inside of actually what sustains us

 for some lost ends down around a float off the nearest usable

 bending forever to pick the collectables over these thrown to give it truth

 with some real sweet emblems coloring down around the birds and all their flowers

 being deprived to move the smaller versions of their large grin

 while the roots of styrofoam sofa juice curl in the intimidation of womb flesh. 

--Zack Sternwalker writes and draws.  He has work online at www.debutantehair.com and a blog at www.debutantehair.blogspot.com.