in the fragrant woods
frozen in the freezing light
that crawls rough surfaces like raging oil
hung from floating car doors
putting signatures to floating magic papers
seated in the pleasure chair
in time warp diners
that replicate in unseen webs
the gravity of certain types of flowers
has pulled me through these stinging swamps
and teeth filled jawbone museums
lonely ledges in the midst
of broken dancers in the pits
of western dressing rooms
caves attached to all the dragon's wombs
unfolding through the dripping undersides
of cubicles coded senseless
and fixed feathers of metallic birds of prey
gripping satellite antennas
cold tongues asleep on marble
all hooded by refracted pine.
