Joked everyday of more spoken cuts as if to sing with eyes
of bright installation, of neon wrenching toward costumed
revelry. Stumps and horns project onto rivers and smoke
soft brass crammed with exuberant trappings. There are nights
to work alone and agile with the same warped table, the one
worth any incorporation of unknown strings. Every eye-
catching piece will lace, tear and hand to the crowd bitten
abstractions, restful nocturnes, crushes of powdery lamplight,
and circles of papery beds. Complicated lives jolt what paper favors,
what stars lag, what rollerblades and smoke inject with jukebox
and shoulder pad.
Innumerable Stumble 