Totem poles and centerfolds

collapsing into space

the grain of blades

a bright antenna

rising from rotating ribs

tickling the city sky

where shells depart like smoke

to drink from gravity

an oiled navel

whispers to a striking snake

for ink of the split tongue

my wind balled hair

and vein shocked eyes

her spit cracked criminal flower

our cloud of nooks

and sweet smacked echoes

a shrink wrapped screen.