Water circles fists of water

in the force-field fence

vortexes of colliding mutant flesh

leave eggshells touched by rain

on super-fed grass, pulsating

in enhanced sun.  Colors razor their way

through circuit board garden walls.

The planets teem with waterfalls.

Concave rocks express the chalk and coal

painted over with plastic spray

to hold divine graffiti.

With an insect eyed girl

who dances like a scimitar

I am cutting clouds of gel

into pert triangles

and selling them from

a faux granite kiosk.

Books of prophetic code

soft wigs of secondhand hair

fall from hidden baggage carriers.

On the purple thresholds

of gassy street drains

genetic material crawls

flirtatiously through

discarded crossword puzzles

scattered in the concrete dew.