Pink sock of body on the mop stick
dome sky raining paths
the mouths of inside-out containers
door hinges spark dust
the puke of ancient suds
rubbed from a river stone
shadow's skeleton of broken fences
a curving mouth that licks
the salt of graves,
blade-tip sniffing
a flower from the ribs.

Storms contained in glass porches
scraping fiber optic nodules
with inverted teeth.
Scrub pad hands setting up
colored slats
in collapsing hallways.
Sinks of charcoal gloves
sending sundown to the moon.
Heaps of blown material
constructing faces
from the powder of reptilian skin.