summers angles false starts hits
trail a fuselage of painted mist
that leaves & seasons glue assist
suspension under glass portraits

snails delay hollowly all along
convex carpets of autumns soft
crackle as the lens sends back
fortitude in the shapes of hell

winter kills the leaves of glass
passing from time to liquidity
an abstract class a new botanics
snake eyes in an inkwell timbre

these yes more shaded areas where
spring sells dynamite & downtime
sodden with memory engines rhyme
automated slicers of yesterday

lines formed by horizons clutch
as rain drops soft pleasant bells
pealing sentience from mechanics
tending to their hydraulic shifts

whose stare disrupts the unguent
on the sky made up like drought
these more yes besides them the
wheel was rounder in those days

questions served a function yet
the day he decided to drive away
shards upended ceaseless sharp
a hollow cloud hovered over him

slow as seasons eaves or darts
beneath roads plovers throttled
subtle crickets bat migrations
dopplering their fearless trill

besides this ecstatic twilights
rate highly glints in a web of
sugar strings times changer
shellbursts oblivion to barriers

walls transparent objects whirr
with uninterrupted mass gravity
steps on painted glasses coats
the shining bottles empty of air