Chalk outline of the sun,
valleys of shining blood that hold
its emergent engine.
Moon glowing in the throat of a frog.
Pestle of gravity won by mass,
grinding thistles to bits
meant to cut open the heart,
subtracted from the breeze.
Android buds that break lips.
Cold scissor that invents the cycle's
total collapse.
Vanilla time encrusted in the salt
of its own error.
Boxed-in mouth that screams
eternity through all the wires.
Fern tips tracing loins that erupt
with yellow jackets and wasps,
the city heart of bees,
raped and vacant farms
humming blues beneath tumbling stones
where the nest rhymes with a dead lung.