Fuckpot on slatternly Saturn

riding the flung dust and reflective fibers

doors floating around the hallowed cubicle

of a gone worker

adrift on the linoleum suds

of another forced location

breath among the long straws

telling its baseball story

ledges of pouring cliffs

that unfold around a vast eye

pinnacles of wheat in winter

thoughtful on piles

of venomous ice

plumes bursting from the rock of hearts.