modrockers

grackles just missing the yellow grasshoppers, because of us, beaks agape, panting, below the wilting Swiss chard, Mercedes valeted, casting gaunt shadows, swirls of water in Italian glasses, the tome of Hiroshi Sugimoto, jumping images, fractured sounds, novelistic icebergs, only ten percent of the sky is visible, let's sit a spell, taking iced tea rays into our mouths, sweating spoons like phalanges, skeletal and bright.