At the festering corner of Boston and Queen br The Tasty Chicken House clings through May br to its Christmas tinsel, and is not long for this world. br Sanctioned colour murals under bubble script tags br won't slow the winds of progress. Next door, br Wattle and Daub, a law firm of Newfoundlanders br or a crafts supply in keeping with the poultry theme, br smells weakness, softens its smuggest aspects br with miniature jingle bell over the gripey hinge. br Knot your scarf . . . comme ça. The Speech Pathologist, br just blocks from here, requests we enter through br the rear. Uck, ook, echk, esh, eesch, ess. Mushy dentates, br audibly aspirant at the front end, he's describing br the texture of the tuscan soup I made. Wading into names br he'll enter the depletion that refuses names. br Lower on Logan, near Eastern, the Weston plant br rolls out its bread trucks well past dawn. Rousseau br had that bit about brioche in his Confessions a year prior br to Marie Antoinette's arrival in France. Luxury br bread's now a four-pound cow pat of walnut sourdough br that petrifies by Wednesday. What class are we? br When did we last love music and not its function br as calmative or its causativity? He gets down. br Leather strop, lengths of chain. The white sky a light box br viewed as gaps between negatives of the inverted city, br bike lock, bike lock, first bank in Regent Park, br the auratic properties of this chapstick tube, and br damp stringy tree-hair peeled from the inner bark.