Wrecking yard

for the umpteenth time, cherry pie pool of oil, small rivulet coming toward your shoe, brass vernix on a newborn wheel, rusting laughter grilled fresh over coal tar cables twisting in vines of balkan wormwood, my sense of smell puckers, investigations blanched and peeled, seeded underground within wet confines of heat ruling ruthless garbanzo femur kicks dutifully gone to whalebone rikitiki, ah we knew this would corner us, dipstick envy curving to rags and riches mercurial drymouth, shaken not stirred.