Pulque On The Transit Of Venus

 

A turn by ever streaming luck
the simple angle sea & star

become fancy wills blamelessly paying
an ache of joint and sinus throbs

coins so quickly dropt to
clattered cup a generosity arched

even as fluffed fur along a furious ridge
so against tides blur the ancient

gas from tar and compact’d earth
alike the hungry whims bite timid hovels
and luck being a well solved puzzle for you
wheeling new orbits concatenate systemic glazes.