Honey glaze lips on the dim marquee
dog fur flashing in a swirling eye
the ripped vortex is a halo
over a wet deific head
pools thrumming with a demon torso
faces caked in the cinema light
and I shrink my amazed bees
to a flowing pinhole
and I unshackle my herd of heroes
pumping latitudes of reproduced lives
through tender circuits
on a silk board
blown wig of the roving operator
gaze flown to a burnished globe
soul's inertia turning
from source to source
backward in time to the dropped body
thinking on linoleum tiles.