Shuffle and stop.

Dust to the sun, shakes, lusts for the moon,

grinning, takes off.

Boy watches closely, mad eyes wide,

and sharp and tongue
Boots move at a rumble of white,

holding hands with proud thumb prince

under nowhere waltz panic.

Grind their teeth,

Loose their feet and

Shout.
Slow lace choir smoke oils.

The machines that blur

day and night

swing almighty heavy orange hands.
Light of heart friends trade

damaged rope,

throw scotch bottle bookends.

Tireless light bulbs,

painted glue stories.