Branches on fire with longing

scattered on slanted

and stone-clad land

firecats with moss and mold

on their faces

supremely active

in an unknown world.

Fantasies of flesh becoming spirit

in some gnostic fuckfest

rinds of the fruit flung to the wind

bright pools of metal seed

collecting in their curves

split tongues with alarmed eyes

beatific android rule.

Call me a cab with a javelin

club down these wires intact

and flash me home.