shortened sugar sepulchres,
a mighty magma quells the mist.
I raise the rightness of my fist,
am found in foolish contraband.
sidling sickly into sight:
the grassy knoll, the city slick.
sirens gleeful, each too quick
to sing the copper terror down.
stunted egos, yellow beaks,
a yawning paw that gathers dreams.
taut blue bubbles, doors that scream
a throaty paunch of mold immured.