Clubs on the flesh cord
signal to spidery veins,
teacups boil in the palm
of an ivory hand.
One by one the split china
finds a vacant canyon
whispering to a valley
of refulgent moss.
Bows of green elastic bones
tied up in lizard skin.
Iron cobwebs scraping over
the divine gear shaft.

The ringing through evaporated velvet
bird cages in collision
a biscuit of earth-fried liver
cracked on motionless marble.
Torsos scratched with wheat
calligraphy, paper lungs
and a throat that pours
weightless runways
glass teeth and autographed cement.