Hungering for the vortex,
shoe tangled in a drift of honeycomb,
the half-melted throbbing
of a parked car.

Ice poles swarming with faces
the heat of cold's touch
protected in wax.

Bearded eyes lick
the crack in the windshield
puppeteering a lunchbox.
Canine claws fly off
the rounded fur
and wag tongues
in a traffic wall.

Hand breaking the antenna's root,
the animated mandate of heaven,
searching the black frost
and battered lid of the lion

Stripe-cleaned teeth
foam red carpet robe of exhaust
mirror of a numbered room
like a knife in an oven.