A trench in the mouth,
a big singing knife,
ten pillows for the body
twenty pillows for the mind,
a route through consciousness
that leaves trails of tape
sticking script in small burrows
tainted walls of pressed dirt
shades on the painted window
sea in the horseshoe curve
u shape of rock
the tongue of the eyes staring
with a steady flame,
stones descending veins of hands and feet
more flattened earth on the doorstep
streams of grass
on ditch sides in the afternoon
cracked seeds tucked into a granite lip
that tugs the mountain's base over a pool
one bubbling tooth
a sneer filled with plastic bullets
and a pelt of steel.