A cage of hair
pulling a whirlwind of bones
paint cold on the tools and the tar
suffering lunar rain
sap-stuck attic handles
lighting up grey dust
hooks in frozen rivers
from tightening chains
file folders wet with printed blood
that the orbits do not cool
a cycle of shrinking screws
at the bottom of a plastic cup.

Wheels on a shingled roof
follow surging wings
weight takes off
over the milk-sprayed forest hills.
Spiralling throat-sewn injected water
leaking shadow homes
blocks and buttons stamping
independent bodies with rusted blades.