Guy who gets seizures
and has a blowtorch little dog
gnashed half his teeth off
in the bunk next to mine

eyes burnt out by too many movies
I move the hallway to the left
before shuffling it to the right
and an open door.

Stores of red houses
chimneys shaking down the dust
lines of tar through the brown leaves
green veined pads
and water drinking stems
hercules' labor
beard wired to the stereo that sent him
bronze figure of an aching torso
a thin cigarette
the swing set's shadow blade
and a sat on table.