A storm that went building mansions
has returned in snow.
Spiral blades coughing heat
in black smoke.
Branches spreading through
the second floor.
Leather chairs high beaming graphs
the creases and seams
of bodies migrating
through petroleum waves.
High ornaments nailed up
to a bone cast in bricks
of frosted meat
by aging powerlines
the socket of all-seeing cartilege
sparkling with transparent blood.


Desks with high headboards
sprayed with molasses of tongue dust
nostril frost heaves
wincing with received arrows.
Bunk beds pouring like ghostly dominoes
from soundless windows.
Bleached pillowcases
sending a facsimile breath
to the roof of a shovel's mouth.