A perch of concrete moss
crushed rubber bands
and beer-fed paper
setting moon scribbled
by bramble thorns
the lonely melted shoe soles
long courses of sand trap green
and hard-slept benches
where a scrap of nerves
hid from light
caught vein leaves
and sprang up from
vacuumed rain
abandoned courts
of hole puncher dusk
to staple likenesses
on electric poles,
come out of anonymous houses
smeared with smoke
and bedside table hair vinegar;
halls whizzing through
upper chambers
without connecting floors
the flight of velvet ropes
guarding antique curtains
the gilt edge of all our interactions
cracking pens and wishbone jaws
the sucking mouths
of dashboards on rewind
digging drains in earthbound glue
flagging ship side birch
with graffiti and scheming names
a grid's lynch of satin sheets
amphibian seam of ink and fences
a grinning womb
guarding the river's trigger record.