Defthandsoap

What i knew as automatic
the waters at mid morning
the corner store filled with bread,
with beer-- with equal sunsets-
the sidewalk has led me in a
circle to my past, the
long fault line
of time
burst the global
muscle of eternity
over the lips of love
speaks the
dark hunter the curly fries
of truck stop dust
and earl grey silent tea &
lemon, the beautiful day
a bar full of parasols
like a country Like
all of Asia combine
to spring suns
from a rust cage of calenders
to fall at once jokes
weapons toys yo-yos
egg yokes gold
you know
the standards of
cheap mystery.