from “Property Lines Written On An Annex”

The box outside the box may be accessed by any of the capillaries streaming “live” from remote waystations buried under drifting snow. Lettings abhor asphyxiation—hence the furniture of scaled-down batter-chatter for every petty emergence from the modest homes of stylish cemeteries. “Noise” is the future music just behind the bulldozers lined up like a chorus line—and when they kick, they really kick . . . The bonnet tearing through a crash-flick torso settles in as the trunk . . . The cab of a semi bump-clubs a caboose . . . Coach overrides the bed of a pick-up . . . All aboard is not a request.

TYRONE WILLIAMS