in elephant glass, rigid grates of mall-interference in gr

drake-button of grapes
take the lake of sugar from my plastic grip or two knees in a car-chase
break another heart of our multitude, our tasks surrender to the earth of love,
and mountain-biscuit cooks down the liquid-palamines, friend of whores, bend the hours,
minute dust has eaten your eyes in the empty room of a stampede, and the soup-kitchen conveyor-belt ballarinas this stormy dessert, .............