Fire in the evening overhead
the old pot smoker's
yellow eyes in the mirror
wood bench floating him high
with a brown breaded peanut sandwich
eyeglasses and guts in a bag
a fish scale footrest
sparkling galactic light.

A crane's split stomach
in the depths of a faded hand.
Candle wax surfaces
creased on a moving landscape.
Concrete ribs and limbs
against the thunderbolt blue.