Props and guns
of a wig-strewn
man's room

the long arch
of liquid tar
leading down to the bone bath.

Flipped-out stars
a red smear
on the yarn-spinning behemoth

the resting spots
of galaxy imprinting lasers
rooted stem and thorax

to a beauty queen's helmet
riding sparks and wet flax
where fur leaps polishing
the knife holder

an acid blanket
on the aching round eye
tracking through the
nocturnal force field
a penetrant dart

a wolf's flask for nitrates
and a silver stag.