mountaintop an open sky
dry a sun stinking as constant

a landscape in decline
scatters a number as in

itself or as within such an
order as social shaft stab

ware and housing broken glass
brick it’s an asterisk see be

low city crowd group in
coherence as a conflagrant

untruth group is it then grouped
asks Fritz few being more

detrimental to truth than the
epithets vulgated against those

in arena an utter decline
that being littered a

pervasive odor of excrement
human as ants get scattered

decline clear under said
hazard done someone

burns acrid a haze hangs it’s
plastic then a community

thrived now stained mattress
flung askew those with

money come houses it’s
artsy but people out on the

road this as a map Roberts not
belonging but the random

lubricates an anywhere
at paths intersect path

branching up under over
pass and into the woods it’s

one number misdirect bridge
teeming here live as any

number of actuals a
public defined many of

one around an indigent Fritz
at a distance but one as

an other comes limping it
it’s in his back pocket his

toothbrush and spoon
isn’t to grasp the fad animal

present and contrast
that with a speaking

well I he ponders a blockage
train hauling either woodchips

daily over this rail coal and
a cage of some self evanescent