something

This prize fighting Concord
more like a tree
and a series of red lights
blinking a lot in the dark

This shook Branch
hacking up the joke
the not joke anymore

Dear Tree, do you spill
this for cleaning

and if ampersand jumps
and if we spill
and if we cut and snip
and if we rodeo hurrah
the long home portion
gets lost in a panic
or of flippant Hispaniola's

Dear fizzle and fall,
did you hear this
and are you knowing it now
the tape and the scissors

I don't know Ampersand
but the calling of star
dust is numerated
or broken
misshapen
breaded
and empty