Some prefer very
Exact
Refined
Specific
Machines

With
Tiny metronomes
Decorating
The thick rims
Of their glasses. Some
times metal
Makes you soft and
Some people
Prefer that
To hairy knuckles
Hairy Jungles
Hairy guitar chords

Hairy hearts

Maybe some people
Kiss the white steps
Unfolding to the
White steeples
With with dresses
And white wine
Lighting up the monotone
Murals

But I can't see them
Through these waves
Of oak mud
We're chuckling and
Splattering and

You say you like
These scents better-
The snapped binding,
The watery candles
The clay drying.