[Mint green sharks on the mirror's frame]

 

Mint green sharks on the mirror's frame

one foot shorter than cloudless poles,

vibrating doors.

Legs, beds

 

or sweet yapping

jaws like chainsaws.

Laws of steam from my

junkyard floor scream

 

colored in bibles,

half tipped hats on my

hard drive like

colored in hard-to-read dreams.

 

Woof as considered

a dog that moos or has some

spots to consider his soul cattle.

 

Assured that this is the part

that's really going to hurt.

 

Drowned in copper cotton

thread twitched beaches from a

brown plastic bag and given

back to your freezer,

where your popsicles stay

in brown plastic wrappers

and no one can see them.

 

Eating off pieces of tire swings

suffocated on motorcycles and twin beds

like kicking stars for peanuts and

buttered toast nutmeg

to calm most kicking pains.

 

Safe as milk clear spot

potent stuff distant and right

two times a day.

Elegant and at ease of it.