Ran roads far up in the steam
leaving dining tables behind
strapped to echoes and rabid ghosts
headboards and lamplight lashed together
with rubber and hooks
creaking on the muffled edge
tongue-first leaning over
thirst dragging neon solitudes that have passed
shine teething on bongo hands
bonds breaking loose with feather fingers
and skidding furniture.

Up in an old room alone with a drum
headband's twig cigarette mustachio'd eyes
afloat on carved wood with a scheming mouth
an ember-polished floor separating suds
to push a chimney whirlpool of graffiti
scales on long braids
the shovel sliding off the iris.