Eels with tapped-out eyes
coat racks of rabbit fur labyrinths
descending aisles whose foam
I have disrupted in my sleep
all ground floor elevators of silver
bicuspids and gold clasps
helmets lined with blacksmith's nails
tacking temples to the thought of blood
and driven death, the beguiling plants
and eves and plum gripes
he can get for himself in the slab cooker
the tongue kisses of financial levels
widely dispersed in youth
the gas mask
of many muzzled dinners.