Took extra breaths while I waited without solemnity
scorched earth with the back thrust of my song
climbing the small town's sky-sword of broken ground
simmering panic that does not flow efficiently over
crowned my experts with dunce cap lavish meant
the boom bap core is eternal purple
the stars are fire marshals squawking like geese snarl not
the noise for peace, the whirling paint rose garden blown over
tails of laundered coats sown at the elbows blowing toward the exit way
empty suits pointing like clay