dog-thoughts, pillow thoughts,
strolling ghost wheel chairs
around a rubber garden

who can roll up the path
green sod cylinder
opening through plastic
and great heartbreak

a portal in the soil
vaginal, between roots
as supper calls over the fire

nobody's wonder mouth
will eat the twigs
bed for the brushfire
piled atop
your body leaning
at the edge of a cliff-trap

who hangs from the belly hairs
of the earth in a faint damp cave,
counting his errored numerals
stinging his psychic athletic
through the coil of a radio

dreams are hereafter dog-dreams
thoughts chopped down in a maze of sleep
who can roll up the path like a frog's tongue