Oil burning in my throat
the singing of a distant sabbath
trash can catching water in the hall
antennas attaching to the lightning
drive-through screens jumping in time
long leaves of lettuce
smashed into a dumb face
ivories in a basket
leaking steam and vapor
ripped concrete floors
colliding wool with liquor
sanctuary passageways
roamed by a candle's guide
huge leaden spider doing
push-ups on a velvet lid.