Flea ruffled ears fears man
lurks a laundry trash bag into warmth
crossing my fever with more fur
the stiff paws of a sorcerer imagined
a notched bridge walking with a freshly tossed salad
gasoline air on the lips of a calendar
many hands rising from a freshly opened matchbook
pork belly eyes the frisk of the sea's
cold machinery of lovemaking
bigtime hands on the sheared wool
of a hell-hole's happiest walker.