Empires of cobweb

lit up by a chain of bulbs

that sear their alien verbs

into my singing vertebrae

and part the lips

of savage hills

with falling water.

The longing for wolves

the rawness of their sight on snow

souls wincing next to televised houses.

The nexus of raving beauties

who send my crooked avatar

leaping a cliff's star map

of protruding teeth

healed by a backward ax

in some soft orbit.

Shadows that handed you

leaves bleeding bittersweet words

without my face or name.