Suds run on the dome's long curve
flakes melting angles in bristle mouths
trains are segmented stems
uprooted and bouquet'd leaking oil
into the flute of water
roots violating cement frosting
between the bricks of name
the landscape of analytic skin
running to a spear tip's pen
jabbing layers of cut-out earth
peeling dirt from empty basements
sod from stringed mouths
clump grass from
a button pressed eye.

Piano hands clamped to a fridge
dancer's legs on a spit
plate's rim gilded with ascending stripes
highways on bridges of pasta
shifting like eels in bloody transit
chopped-off crops holding stacked garages
the limbs of untangling things
carving faces from deep glass.