Iced off in my big chair.
Goddesses dancing in the street.
Sliced wool tumbling down a blue cape.
Feet banded together with rubber.
Their clothes coming off like cotton belts.
My necktie holding the tongue of my stabbed throat.
Closets bursting with wheat in swelling plastic.
Bitches sitting in hampers with crossed legs
tapped by the sky's milk.
Thick lenses that eat magnetic waves,
long hallways of tarp rustling toward the exit.