Taffer-Tailor

The building spilled out of itself like boiled fat,
spreading its mess on the ridge of the golf green;
crashed arbor waves melt off of the levees
chain linked seas are stapled to fields, 
+ the mouths of the hills are forced open w/ fence posts
as kidnapped stones catch burns from cigars.

Park in the gravel, take the back path to the workers door,
paneled walls dappled w/ dots of sloshed beer foam
hunting lodge wallpaper, dust in the cups of trophies
+ front door's a padded jaw pulled from the asylum.

You rush to swab rainwater off of furled decksets
+ sweep 'round the ribs of the felt eraser carpets,
but you know the front door window will fill up w/ faces
before you've even taken chairs down from stained tables.

The punch drunk outmates are trying to break back in
+ they'll drag their clubs like corpses + fill the floor w/ chlorophyll,
grab tables by the waist + dig ruts in the patio, 
familiar song of screeching legs routinely sung off-key.

Feast @ the edge of the emerald ocean thoroughly traversed, 
they stretch across the tables to clap @ sunburnt shoulders, 
+ their sailors knot knuckles will clutch steins like crosses
as hot sauce slicked fingers coat waitresses in stains.

                                         v of itself   boiled fat
The building spilled out like a grease stain
                        mess
spreading its mess on the quay of the golf green;
Mouths of the lawn forced open w/ fenceposts
the mouths of the lawn were forced open w/ fenceposts
as the kidnapped paving stones caught
as the paving stones were kidnapped, + burnt w/ cigar butts.
                   are            of                        (cheap, old)
And inside its ribs are carpets like cheap apolstery
                                               jaw
+ the doors is a padded like its pulled from the assylum
+ you can see the the outmates trying to get in
               you                   take
before you've even taken chairs off the tops of stained tables.
The aristocrat crowds wander in punchdrunk,
fill floor with chlorophil + grab tables by the waist,
dragging their screeching legs all across the patio,
                 into
clumping like bloodclots of golf clubs + beer.
gathering their posse up in sweaty clots.
to gather up the posse in a clot of golf clubs.