Wrap closure with a quick reaction
Fellowship. And not build on that steam,
But help defend pulp familiars.
While still nursing a diva to his fellow
Color and delineating shadow,
‘Let’s cut through that lawn shell—
And work from there.’
But the difference was in the numeracy program. (Photo
Souped-up, the latest mix of solid skirt with white,
Architectural turbans.)
Streetwear led the charge.
Palm fronds had been pumped up. The jokes, the layers.
Everything they were used to,
Already dispatched to the area. ‘Let’s
Strip away handcrafted textures. Become laid-back,
Remote as materials in a village of napalm scars.
Become the target,
And comfort from there.’