Be guided by the absent minded light's knave
outside the opaque red beligerance of the cold fire
a tenacious home day
I could conduct imperfect wooden , cubicle, and acid?
From stars in the sky
with a rust colored form?
With imbroglios in my eye
under the shifty universe of disordered saxophone
the hollow wheatfield, many inaccessible flames
breathing from clenched paper-mache.
Cashmire fire to my negligent smooth rusted nail !