Shut eyes tapping little hammers
flashlights on the floating wallpaper.
A cage of ruined rooms
circling a dead star.

River beds hacked to mud lace
by bone feet.
Water tunneling mossy channels
beneath the thriving trees.
Head dresses of scorched leaves
to adorn the dancing unwashed skeletons.

Cushions of salted beef
wearing radiant snow.
An oiled shack rising through
a basement's murk
ripping the mansion floors.
Sun's web coming out of it clean
touching tools of an incapable god.

A mistress' bristled violet
tufts and ancient seams.