Warming Up

Sight lines are night tines
Porked, pined, defensively spined
Capital nines carry threes by themselves
Square triangles, slowly angling through the quad
Oh, universe, where is your city?
Can the slow urges bestow purges onto cheap velocities?
Ask a long question and the first half will be forgotten
Dirge play, ambling across the fraud lamplight
You lent it, you buy it; we are all second people
Heated to super and cheated by the coop's freedom sign