DANCHEL

Crystal mints & transistors,
     what was made to travel
over yeast & milk.  The grandeur
     of warm snow.  Currency of
rubies, a fistfull of sour
     cherries rushing toward
the end of the day.  Parallel
     grooves of a toaster
in a pawnshop, antenna 
     extends from the AM
headphones, the PM headphones,
     this is Antebellum gargoyle
fodder, or a tube of prosaic
     openings that excretes 
its own little prize.  Say all
     this is nostalgia, at the end
of the day, no symbol 
     for said money, no fat, dumb 
& happy this time, only
     a whale with a glass tooth,
a basket with no fruit in it.