Supple curfews caress the flesh
these warming chains
berserk monopolies leaping cell to cell
having their fun with the beauty machine
parchment scattering desk after desk
with dust demands,
the sinew of a fragrant curtain,
lime after lime in jagged sodium,
spines of glue climbing a numb socket,
the engine's hood returned to the mouthpiece
a sputtering tree revealed to be a sagging sock
floor after floor soaked with ancient blood and shampoo
spiked linoleum of faces leering back through boiling water;
two eyes on a spit: a match of clouds whispering
their gust's last echo
firm as rain.