rags on the river, trolls of china
in the forks of tinfoiled trees
a pair of lovers stem from collision
of artificial space-times
hurling sad moons from wet canyons
where they walk small dogs
of faint clay hearts and tongue smiles
horns of daylight reflected
from the new tar's piece of earth,

wherever their feet punch soil
a violent water takes birth extra
from its own birth blood
from frenzied multiples of triangle heart
absorbed in the diamond of a frail left hand
from the torso mighty robot,

sun strangler in voids
of cooling radio waves
and bikini on liquid forms
of walking sex, coin mirage
face reflected the errors of flesh
the lunar slingshot
twang summer afternoons
to blood gravity, vaginal fibers
in the back of a man's hand.