A path of thrown-out roses
rotting into scum green footprints
slim nakedness slapping painted metal.

Perms of frosted glass
winking in a window of tar.
Fire hydrants chugging
under the cemetery arch
on gloved hands.

Squares lighting up
through the fissures
of a punctured heel.
Tiger's flank calling
to bamboo string pick
beneath the spray of nails.
Bedpost's core among
the snaking branches
each cat of nine tails
trailing bulbs and curtains.

A visor at a cave's lip
meeting the brow's one horn
this galloping prism
swinging melodious irons
dripping a stack of cards.