Light's journey on a slick path
comes calling me to the garden of ether.
I follow like a dog.

Gored-out days
dripping strings of ugly hearts
into the skunk they pay for.

Tables floored by dead talk
a shine that bounces once
and then lies still as paint.

Famished ways that dance like younglings
grain of dulled eyes
cutting paper flesh.

Diamond of impacted shit
shining like an excavated molar
in a tented cave.