Chasm of unopened streets
hard blossoms cased in tiny stones
pursed clouds gleaming raw tit
lidded laundry hooking cuffs and laces
body-fictions of past days
with the toothpick tiny sidewalks
drawn into a fishbowl
and given a smack of snuffed fire
that has figured dawn.

A rag fetcher walking it face first
speed cones and rippling infinity
shine planks and the stretching metal of a tank's belly
rainbow forehead of a flying whale
a torn perfection of foil
revealing pink atmosphere
edges of a frayed room
nudging buds of twisted wire.