Fixed like a pearl-shiny star
Barefooted and luckless
In the hollow corner
Half-operating
I\'ve polished the flames
With the rosebuds in the garden
Barb-wired details fleshed-out the argument
Like a stone reflection, bored as a puddle
Or a goldfish swimming in circles
In a fish tank
Hours later I\'m rose gold like root beer
In a dry and dark place with something to say
Naked-eye like a witness, bird with no feathers
The slow tempo softly bubbles
Like cloudy sea foam
An invisible globe insists on shining
In its queer fashion, at four in the morning
I enter open doorways and shut them like clams
Rooted in ice sheets, bookmeat and celestial dreams
I need a new coat of paint like a cavelike moonface
Trees uprooted, the weatherman says moonjewels
The vapour is a caged bird, laid like dust
Clamshut and existing like a river
Behind the glossy aqua exterior, the scripture
There\'s nothing much to rave about
Not tonight, at least
I can hear mother darkness making whale cries
Foxspells at the cliff edge, buttered stars
Freshly showered and coloured silver
Like snowy walls, skyscraper tall
Idle wilde like a fruit stone.