Under there a wave begins
while time is thrown back
angles form and luck slides
jagged egdges are left behind
the movement of floor against ceiling
the friction we find we are feeling
the words that fly through the air like wet meat sandwiches
slowly how the butter drips from the flattened ham mustard slices of bread
the drama of destruction now landing upon unexpecting heads
secret worlds that live under the brows of the smiling
face under the hat that winks
in this brittle wind
that speaks