Time Lies

when you walk with purpose
the ritual empty space is seated alone
no chances but in the second third
it adds up to real money
enough for the food chain
to voodoo down in trickled seeds
that grow the last damnations
hope we meet in the first light
strange to be models of ambition
with ambivalent eyes cast on
prizeless games that alice made
legitimate in what were too few trips
it’s awkward, back, adolescent & dances
this is a giant person, do not bother

At the Crack Beef Place

not to loose common affects
trade deaths in the family
for love our drunken rubicon
crossing bodies too precious
for double images and traitors
that guess at carnival stations
to read left over fortunes
laid on the floor of the sanctuary
you will inherit wisely
first, your hair is reunification
unit of causes change to overcome
surprise by pink of time deficits
like a house swappers dreams
in a market of near collapses