Warped from birth,
a rotten colossus,
born to be alien turf
of excreted words,
a temple of pickled filth,
the dirty salt selector.

Armed with a vacuum hose
of cracked eyes and steaming bones,
scanning the trodden fibers.

Windows gleaming past the EXIT signs
a tongue stitched across broken doors
clouds encircling frantic behavior
the coughing of a glass sun
above sentient bricks.

Blade ricocheting through
a tube of echoes
scratching channeled shade
wings landed on the wet target
mouth spouting tickets to a rail
that whips electric pools

concrete umbilical.