Fingers tipped in blue
teeth pink crested violet worms
girders of rock sprayed snow
long rubber worlds to anti-gravity in
bitch pussy perched in the hallway's glove bottom
bone castles sleeping on hidden mats
dreams fanging out like holy spirit flame
from infant heads gone white
high floors they steam with spinning discs
on desiccated sticks
mouth grey with fog
and the forked tongue's eyes.