The model airplane is buttered with
Morning-light. Shelves and shelves
I roll over to get a sense of things
I slept with this anvil.
While I was walking near the puddle the puddle
Enough to sink a battle ship.
Curtains hung around the sidewalk.
These I passed through.
Feeling a heavy taxidermy,
My head protruded from the wallpaper.
A man emerged too, from the wallpaper
Could he borrow my telephone?
My breath formed conversation
On the incubator window.
At the beach, a machine with a wrecking ball
Spoke shyly of destruction.