purchases

my friend has a brother, a
dark plum-blue boy; one weekend
i called and it was him and i said,
"hey lincoln have you found the end of the world yet?"
marseilles, the dashing lines on highways,
treacle and turpentine curdling in our palms--
oh! we laughed gloriously then, and
i can hold you closest when
i have no idea what we're talking about.
"hey janie here's sixpence,"
"hey lincoln you make a perfect wheelwright,"
"hey janie you make time displeased,"
"hey lincoln here's experience,"

hey suddenly we're dispersed over a
plaza of spiral cord, making purchases of
tin-wine and lollipop wire.
arms full i laugh and i like
to fight with you over real things
and i like to make up.