"A Lay of the Sad Last Days of Johnny Cochran"

Polypward growing
of pistachio light. Rush
slowly boring orchid indigo

dawn cold hit.
And it's hard
prying at a florid scab

with stony light and stars of civic Lilith
whirling firm
night sound of downpour. Stubborn thing,

in adorn
through an orchard of abort
occupation say good night

or door to carol
a story without skuas
at Acornfall star

of pistachio light. Rolm
throws morning into focus.
A day will find us.

And a mist boils up
disastrous lungfish
watch a bug across it crawl

this bright sand:
cryptic labyrinth
brings down, aroma

dark continuum transplant burning
gambols in astir arroyo,
Ophir chill

but most by pillbug
gasoline ballast...
Frost strung crows

hiss of black vinyl,
much smoking mirror. Gibbous
in shadowy magnolia.