The Club Sand Which Compels Us

Another stick in the sand 
and the turning keeps truing 
bluing the faces watching
with the opposite of anticipation
there is not stick if there is no sand
and other aphorisms
will you hear the whistle
shatter into its plastics
will the shoes resolve
all that shit
will the dogs finally
get out of the time 
between meals
can our euphemisms
make intransigence
feel like art
and its wealthy friends