The mind is a bridge on fire.
Bumpers are in the clouds,
decorating rocks, on the salad.
Pepper speckled with water
broadcasting voices and eyelids.
Thimbles of edible paint on the
lashing tongue, leaking into the body.
Bones touching scarred wood
on an altar of strings and gashes,
a curling frame that piles hair
to break metal.

Sliding knife tables
the puppetry of living layers
open on the cutting board.

Teeth nipping at the tendon
of the great arch
that unites the double-sided heavens.

Worm on the bread of dusk
to touch the singing lights.