When champion-bred leaves lie spla...

When champion-bred
leaves lie splayed
like minimum wage
sin, when drowse
a raincoat czar,
spreads its liquid
hands thin, I'll say
not on: your life, your daddy's knee a just discovered knife blade.

Try swim the brackish margin
between hallowed and hole, the ocean's
backstitched locomotion loosely
recites "no, there's no like
night in prosaic blood" nodding
its great nose toward the