Reptilian cunt coming after the shielded ape
ferns at his peripheral eyes
eating the lighter's tongue
time reversed for the length of a jog
down the rectangle of main street
with its pubic median
trees like snakes
and the scars of bench hands
trash flaps allowing trash
into cupped mouths
counting in the fire
the tacked-up gloves of the last man
on a cinder pole
by the one who comes after
bouncing branch on a fresh ledge
lashed to his toy
like a knuckle
cracking.