10-16-2016, 04:30 AM
By this bay, where old men rot
and cross appearances with tiny tokens
spent on radio intelligence—
stars tapping the star of conscience—
and buy needles for each minute
of a young girl's apple eye;
her life story sneaking a peek at bliss,
writing it upside down and backwards,
while the blurb divines the lesser motor
of a broken but paranoid telescope,
suffering the sights of a fashionable anger
behind the prize of a mechanical pin.
and cross appearances with tiny tokens
spent on radio intelligence—
stars tapping the star of conscience—
and buy needles for each minute
of a young girl's apple eye;
her life story sneaking a peek at bliss,
writing it upside down and backwards,
while the blurb divines the lesser motor
of a broken but paranoid telescope,
suffering the sights of a fashionable anger
behind the prize of a mechanical pin.
