Golden skull of dreams
through smoke filled semesters
the lines on far tar
glinting charismatically

where the bike rolled over a fern
and steam rose into a pink horizon
my helmet wobbled
like a dying beetle
knocked over by a low wind

dock's kite trailing saliva ropes
hooks resonant upon the scales
of flying fish
nude sculpted from a cloud blimp
blade's cleft of wet cement
eye sockets creaming
for the helicopter soul.