Three skulls that turned over their hats to the police
smash into each other and create a new brain.
I tear through it like the blade that whirls
at the bottom of a sink.
I watch the juices and strands fly
into the corners of a hotel lobby
where I am naked and full of deer.
Since no homes can keep me
from exploring ice ages, or the outer reaches
of a man on fire, crowds hear a stampede of dressers;
now they know
that I have cooked my wand, I have the chicken leg
that will force memories into leaves.
Everybody gets out of my way
because I am bashing in clouds
until I see the rain that floods, until every animal
takes revenge on the ocean floor.
I put my hands on someone’s lips and watch
as thunderstorms investigate;
that makes me lift this thermos
and chug dynasties.
Wasps sting me seventeen times
and I hurl the news boy into a ghost.
I keep driving thinking that something will counteract
my attacks on street sweepers.
A beeper slams into my head
immediately looking for a way out, for anything
to get back to the mile-wide blister
two cities south.