Inside your wig
the hundred thousand thoughts turn
like particles of purple dust
taking over the storm of the skeleton
with wallpaper molding and hummingbird films
with a shaft through feathers
with a valley of stacked cans
and open cans with honey flashing
prairies of life-force denied in mushroom gas
slick pools of infinitely reflected eyes
money propellers against the boardroom sky
felons of thought eating crackers and dreaming