Black teeth of rage
from a rotted casket
from a world wheeled out
the crack in a dark gymnasium

gnashing lava in film tapped waves
headpiece flooded with effects pedals
the rushing tunnel of flowers
that lets you up.

Pie eyed lentils of a swinging stem
dance of many limbs and hinges
lobster horns and their known antenna
prairies crackling with hard fought light

the misted symphony
of a closed car

a dim center's
bright berry
glistening.