Mucus rolls in my head
like a silver lake
overflowing to the sea
brains fall into the bright
petroleum of a trash can.

Lamps riding the ridge of the brow
beaten by a current that pours out
in a glory of hair.

Sprawl of cracked hinges
and barking fish
stars clawing at the helmet's curve
the tongue of a continent
trailing off into water
submerged by the print
of a captured hand.

Saw blade of teeth
the birthday candles
of a reaching skull.

The melting of a prisoner
whose blood runs into all the cracks
a sky map pulling keys and twine
from a grundle of palm trees
drifting raft
of the paper's scream.