Coconuts and time waves in alignment
docks and wings of guitars
slabs cushioning a ripple of sleep
while hidden armies try out the sky
spider headed lids snapping
at what runs to the ocean
threads and spaghetti coils
a yarn bath tub floating
above the high rise structures
nudes clustered within the plastic lining
flawed trees that speak to the emptied body
a dash of beach on reaching metallic shores
a branch laid down on the hot sheets
the gnashing of a signed name.