Gouged by alarm clocks, harassed
By the feathers of soap.
Her face slips sideways.
The newspapers are preaching giraffes.
Buy now five get fifteen free!
In the cold woods, aborting.
Punching his pasture, the soft
Paper getting soggy.
The glistening Linux,
The whispering ROMs.
The rusted fats
Clog in the straw but he sucks them.
Her cotton clings.
They are sweating deadlines.
They are watches, clocks, anatomies of decay states,
Tuning forks.
The night jumps back
From the blindness of buildings,
Wet with lust,
Shaded
By the topping dreams that blink as she
Shakes her head from his shoulder,
Sitting upright in the train.
Who is she?

She sang in the rain, contriving galactic anatomies,
Injecting her fur coat with ultraviolet bees.
Desirable, desired, desiring.

The geometry of alcohol.
The fluidity of shadows.
The stars are preaching without tongues.
An everywhere of roses
Seeking her snapdragon.