straitjacket tuxedo...

rail birds gather during the meet at the Spa 1919
(from the Saratoga Springs Historical Museum, George S. Bolster collection)

we tip the buyer sheet on Union Ave.

we shear the seller

to clean their skin

we line the cellar with casks

little empires of essence

in the distill of body parts

a trigger finger paralysis

is only a lately

a slowed down time

and even if time is

altogether a construct

time is not there, it is always here

slippery as mercury spilled

on a kitchen floor

you eat dreams

at windows

for chance

when thermometers

are broken, scattering

cat. 2 fever response mechanisms

in prosthetic hums

thesis after thesis

you research reason

and pop cultural identity

in low viral loads

the explanation

humanity seeks

is a grind of law

and logic applied

with variant floor

and ceiling devices

along the rails

the scents of May

for instance, are

early ebbing Summer

the tides in sucker

and linen suited hats

saying we got that

we tip the buyer sheet

we peddle pick after pick

we are tout tomorrow

we are what trumpets

your 30 pieces of silver

into imagination

flourishing inside

the call of magic escape

amid the siren landscapes

between defiance and pride

between betting it all

and letting it ride

the bells

for saint somebody

are ringing

it is now

post time

EJR ©