Rent adverse crooked cold as dairied catacombs
as hay glass strands or wired drifting afternoon
ablush. It’s like my architecture professor
used to say, “Whatever else, the subways have
provided a successful habitat for countless rats,”
privy as he was on his only visit to a playful
squeaking mating ritual he found regular
occasion to recollect. Anyhow, birds were splashing
around in their baths, lake-colored amulets were
slipping behind armoires, gentle perfumes from adjoining
fields were accidentally pressed into concrete slabs.
All told, the fanciful was making a fantastic showing.
I named my first baby silver and my second baby gold
and this baby I’m going to name Impractical Timepiece
and not care and love it anyway forever. I was one
of a million people who took part in an online survey,
and those bastards, they never emailed me back.

Original appearance in jubilat.