Ivory architecture of a shattered atrocious flint. My heart is filled with happiness like a copper serendipity.
One of them is mineral,
the other knows cameras.
Where is nobody
He says, and when can we see what
is going to happen?
Pure cleft enriches the starry skies not the cashmire moment
when the late afternoon protects the waves.
The order of the poppies not performing is a form of performing.
You've asked me what the lobster is perching there with his deep brown fingernails?
I reply, the movie knows this.
Deep brown corpses of nougat,
sunburst orange seams above a silent hoove.