The body's book, cleft by falling in tar,
porcelain snake on the curved glass
of an all-seeing eye, ponds of flesh
simpering under the silence that overhangs
like a glove with torn fingers
sprinkling stars.

Veranda of broken names
mutated by wind from a different planet.
Basketball that bounces by itself
on a long empty court,
increasing in music.

Stage that takes the milk of life
and puts it under the drill of lights.
Animal without a dance to its name
going under the mothership to fuck it.
Breeze that paws the public floor
with stringed limbs.

Downy feathers fouling harps
on the pleasure-stretch
of a cat's limbs.