A truthful impasse, coddles a pregnant pause.
Womb disturbance: anarchist deposits: Molotov Fetus
Revolutionizes capital movements.

20 dollars fitted for origami
Presents burning bushes.
Paper hugged with creases
Speaks through chance
As if
Listening for prophecy
Is like crying with ambivalence.

An open palm held to the throat like a necktie.
Fingers
Thrumming
Around a pulsating thyroid gland.

Fog
Flutters
Before Three
B)ill
O)ards,
Advertising
Paint
For home improvement.
Warpaint at a discount.

Register chimes,
Mark the days
Like tally-marks etched
Into a prison wall.
One, Two, Three
And the day leaves…
…left. Left?