Up on a green ledge
near the moon
smoking and thinking
throughout the careless trees

watching the rivers freeze
from a frozen height
walking planks and girders
in a dissolved blueprint

nesting in plaster corners
jabbing the needle in an empty factory
producing suits of clothes
from a microwave.

Winking out of the broken cycle
lint eyes for teeth
and bulbs of sinister wire
tar wrapping around the sprouting curb
like a volcanic surge.