Fast-Forward

There is a jar holding
the bare brains
of singing fools
each jarring night
standing moon
wears the mask of
nothingness common
of clearing the sky
sinning with stars

The godless wonders
wander like drunken
dragon warriors
through Payless Shoes
strangers to boots
undergarments
and far far away
water runs like wine
whispers through
southbound winds

Underestimated where
and how far and caring
and wearing like wet
leather stretching to
breaking and tears
born out of sounding
ripping material
like boiling water
in fast-forward.

-Daniel Olmschenk