He held twinkling chronology

in his hand, to surf the tinsel

with a tossed seed, gouging coal

within a palpitating closet,

streaking far territories

from a curled up ball.

Armchairs and couches

from his bones

twitching nightly

in his hen house room.

Wand's kaleidoscopic tackle,

that pricked a wallpaper Easter.

Choirs of machinery and light

hustled from an electronic howl.