peanut butter brickabrack as i crammed and patted
a suncake with my rough sweaty mitts,
turning my dry eyes to the north
there is a path, the patty slips through my fingers,
returning to sludgy dust
i crawl, my belly
dirty fingernails grasp a cobblestone, follow, step, round and windy
to the honey pie where everything is fine
turnabout and find super souped-up herbal extract
refined for pureness of taste, color, clarity. .
mission defined positronic emission motor, running alumi-titanium alloy palloi gears, not fast or efficiently, never smooth or comfortably, rough, steady and very slowly
until the job is done. . . .