Dark orbits the wrapped up rainbow
stacking successful trees
combing swamps and circling paths
a mouth of tar's wiggling branches
tires and caps in an old room corner
bland rocks on the tan shell of a floor
chipped mirror glass in a glaze of straw
chains of breasts faces and legs
following the rhythm of copper pipes
in a foam glued wall.

Tables and chairs in tawny boxes
ropes and rubber clasps a transparent ceiling
the singing in empty rooms
and the staring land.