In the sun-smashed skull
a bicycle path winds hot tar
teeth come out like an ice cream truck
beaming failure

chain link worlds
on a spike through the planet
cloth cabin that undergirds
the vacant hills

stun me stagger me orbit
pile me up with your rays
I'll stalk dams with bratwurst
stammering footsteps in a magnet haul
watching doorways shrapnel
reel deep in the soil of death stamping
I'll build a hole.