Orange colliding with red cream,
rolling pins in leaves and white spackle,
pillows of soil on a silver scale,
the lightning crackle of trees on sky,
water thuds in the bucket
of the mouth resounding,
slate of written corpses
and torn-up words,
feather weighted banquets
of shadowed grapes
in the predawn grasping
a shredded blanket,
tin teeth on a glass lot,
farting into a concrete panel
the hoop of rusted rail
smashing player piano.

Milk dud eyes and mouth
smoking dust of attic photos
through a waxen prism
melting webs with a mind of tongues
staring cunt of the dialed wave
the bruised eyebone healing hands
that have struck her chord
whole shelves of her revenge
landing on the tassels of man.