Draw the blade along its beltline.
A wisp from the pearlescent quick
To mingle with my father’s vapor.
A Sweetgum ball is a study of beaks
Agape with either hunger or disgust.
Dry hands fashion a geodesic dome.
Every animal has enough brains
To tan its hide. Clouds spilt about
The sky like a bolt of broadcloth.
Just pull off its skin like a shirt.
Slow peal toward a carnal flower:
A little boy caught in his jacket.
Let the softwood whet the knife,
The mum knock of cuff and hem.
Chap the seam, the shy matrix.
Pry the buckshot from the mauve,
Splay the fuselage from stem to stern.
All animals smell the same inside.