Houses on a bed of stilts
leaning with a chill wind
painted by bright red spores
the deterioration of a shit kicked evening's
electrified screen of amps.

Doorways drawn to the moon
waves that slap the rocks
the tea leaves of deep forests
stove ring's kettle sending ropes of vapor
the ash printed grooves
of a brick seat.

Hilltop's curb of reflected echoes
the coal stain of fractured diamonds
pathways ruled by vacant wheels
rinds of the starry night's
material machinery.