Five Coat Williams stood in Dad's kitchen.
'All this fluff', he said.
Clogging the grooves of life's record.
'Life's a racket', he said.
Talking, then trying on the structure of the home baking.
Spumes of jargon, a form, frame of living algebra.
'To say no is natural enough, you know?'
'What do you say?'
AGFA/saxophone, film/sound – all the house impressed.
'It got him...when?
got him to account to the rock of questions plucked from actuality.
Bent the shape of his hat on.