Platforms on fog
actors and dancers
singing fucks under the chainsaw
lids on writhing laundry
shades on a dripping lamp
ink toiling through the veins of a bedraggled map
wedding figures in a glove compartment
cool light winking bucket bottoms
crumpled ends of lascivious blossoms
tugging a brick wall
lilac tongues on the driveway halls
garages parked side by side on high wheels
the dumb nucleus
hitting its stride to smash the human form.