Long bridge to babylon rust
green peaks in eyebrow fog respond
licking wounds of sense from the bottom of a honeypot
stadium drenched in emptiness with purple rim
the walk of a sideways person
electric under the umbrella navel
pine cone in the mouth to bug eyes
above the nose bridge like a bow tie
me the last shirted screamer where ferns split
prepared to strip for the sun between my teeth
to move the clouds out over a long rail
puckering leaves of stone braille bristle
for touches of godlike imprint
surface touch in under the iceberg
bronzed lifetime screaming
molded lips in cloud of airplane
bouquets of bottled passengers
kissing through frozen belts
in the cryogenic earth.