The big godlike head has
nine wigs and three gears
napkin boxes in floating rows
long cords dragging like dismembered snakes
shining discs on legs
spike dented beaches of aluminum
the knots of mid-spine tassels
smeared open by burning light and lotion's fabric
plows descending in oil
from interlocking mountains
feet un-suctioned from drinking fountain rivers
the blade of clean eyes
like a vaccine stain.