The humble needle.
The bolt that ran away with a screw.
A single wistful exhalation.
The wheelchair at the end of time.
Straw imagoes of God and Word.
Communing with the fieldmice.
A hole, with a hole in it.
An astral jellyfish.
Birdbrains, with birdbrain equations.
Two variant realities colliding.
A moth yearning for a star.
Thinking of a number between one and one.
The rose eternal.
A doorknob from the other side of night.
A trans-dimensional soul-stain.
Cookie jars mistaken for dungeons.
A mouth in love with a yawn.
The invisible shoe-horn.
Air being bullied.
The poor hauled over the ashes of taxes and death.
A sea-turtle in love with a suitcase.
The flowergirls, weeping.
Meanwhile, outside of Cantalupo . . .
Sanctity of the snowdrift.
The castle of yesterday.
A chipped tooth in the rosebowl.
Your pretty little sundress on.
The comedy of Jonah.
An imperceptibly shifting equilibrium.
A dreamy-eyed attosecond.
Lording over the pines.
Those callipygian nights under the brouhaha.
A mitten lost to the cry of the whirlwind.
The derelict lightswitch.
The long drink of water.
A soupdish murdered in a knife fight.
An immigrant's tubercular lung-oyster.
Corn dollies cursed with feeble-mindedness.
The blind sorceror's pornography.
Dust, the carnivorous flower.
Yes, I'm still drunk, but what the hell
The Baroness bludgeoning a blueberry.
A woman whistling down a coalmine.
Two shadows passing each other at night.
You and your gobble-headed question marks.
Applying the herb of beaten wives.
The worm's skull ringing prettily.
Witches weigh less than the Bible.
The eaters of gold losing their touch.
Threads of cashmere and cotton.
Dog-governments.
A limp with a man attached to it
A page scalded with writing.