Long rubber roads I fly over
in my peacock body
high and unseen
through the ripping doors
of simulation.

Cones on a leaning barricade
veins dangling from its thorny edges
gliding sky to sky
vessel to vessel
without heat or cold.

Rooms abandoned to torsos and dancing hips
electricity coiling into bundles
glowing magnets of skull and feet
that dissipate before dawn.

Tubs in a field of flattened vines
cracked paint sending vertebrae to the stars.