Under the shrink wrapped dawn,
among the totems of racist love,
trying for an untainted coil,
over snow trod alien by chains
long leaves in the view screen of the planet earth
tendrils cross her eyepiece and her sweet cavern talking
drawers stacked on meat and flaming cannot
take from the stream of capacious love over her errors
rhythms and unrhyming life
strutting seas on stilts that bag land
and her fearless hands in an aisle of shocked shacks
pine scented thumbs and positioned rocks twined together
in goat beard ropes and egg belts
in the neighborhood of landed stars and parched earths
being god of zones and laser light trafficking
curlicues of revolutionary meaning
in the spokes of a pizza shelf
or the slicer's sleeping wound
selling butt to the iron-hard moon.