We dreamed of runaways in emperor positions
slashing funds of juice
hand-patterns wielding glow sticks in empty air,
the hallowed mouths quacking.

Early hours with money and bright intoxication
in the evening dew
hunting lost equipment in the cone rain of fertile woods
clouds attached to phone towers like a flapping flag
a rainbow strangeness over the meat-stunned harbor
nets under glass of sucked-out
tunnels of water
eating an aphid smile.