Ladyslippers
turning the vagrant's forehead
pink and eyelike
stems and bulbs that
tremble to catapult
in the hot earth cold
needles on the rib's vein
that rainbows between
broke-down houses
engine torn on a stone walk
the smoking ears of
a body-walked head
whose thoughts are shot through
frame beautifully used
tagged pirate silk
pouring through the gates alone
with the shadows of dead
used friends all around him.