there.

mathematics round out the
evenings dog teeth
slave to the history of hours
so many multiples, pulled
through dark cloth,
so many eyes in the petrified night
dwell in row houses and under queens
like super market equations,
figuring
the number GRAPE, and
it dense illusions, i know
it was crushed long ago
foiled in
gold and pantry dust
To: Can hours and tomatoes
to paint red over
the sterling black and white
photo time is sealed there, as it
still
pours in.