dormant extract

cold morning desk,
recital of the excuses for the conversations
from the holy accident of last night's consumption.

The two characters had never really met before,
until it was years ago.

Wrist watch reminder tunes
of suburban wisps of radio pain.

Electromagnetic false God recital
disruptions in the satellite accusation
of the propagation of meta-physical truth.

To the edges of sky... a televised pharmaceutical excrement commerce

... another wet dream Sunday on the market floor