subterfuge and centrifuge

separate parts congealed in a safeway
in a deposit box of extraordinary sedition,
alien acts with hands and backpacks stacked to the top
with explosive commitment and frog shackles
designed to the teeth to bring death to the heat
drafts of drafts piling up in corners, a day of a minute later
spread into the center, taking orders sent from stars
far far away in a galaxy that does not exist any more
and sand plants growing golden blinds to make them feel more rich
mired more in happiness, generally, than sandwich.