Grass body in the attic
steam rolled to the soiled wood
grid waxed and lashed
to the bright actor
capsules clawing the tongue
with molecular tools

a stopped wave to crawl
boot's tread of icy mouths
and wood chip pelted veiny clothes
cork hands tapping at a trunk lid
seared flesh for the dancing flannel

slapped bone of blood's contention
aiming at the sun struck moon
a cloud arrow
seething over pines
flour beaches and lichen lit poles
grimy gems of cool.