in the seagull pirouettes
the seal pistols
an honorific soporific
where the hog would go

in the scythe pipelines
the suntrap and the sash
inside a crate of lightning
wrapping fireflies white ash

so I float a daemon ship
bleach rogue crankshafts
I bleed a bed of springs
trade the wires for a raft

I transport sleds of fog
slaughterhouse the hourglass
rub the cramp into the crayon
rub the crayon in the grass

I bird the great seabadger
I mint the satellite
melt the hobby-horse to honey
caress a police floodlight

yes, I hoist the single lily
embrace the double flinch
shine the mirror pistons
pull a razor through a pinch