A slab of hacked-off earth
turning to moist plastic
on the porch.

Tall fences rescinding paint
and growing higher.

Goatees belching over a bench
clutching halves of the same sandwich.
The one sky ripping towards the equator
in a ring of clouds.

Tap dancing on the puddles of electricity
cranium turning like an automated fan
pumping pendulous bubbles.

Thorn board dropping jackets and dead leaves
to the light-burst hallway's floor
the trail of a knocking hand
cut soil reborn in hives
sword quivering and female.