777 - #21

A yellow tugboat swagging, a trawler's rooster tail,
plastic orange coconuts and palms...
the slurry peaks of river move
with the electro-hypnotic industrial groove
grinding out its juice at the "solar-powered" festival,
and one can see on the other side, through the hulks of factory frames
the sky, the dead, somnolent cranes by Huxley Envelope.