pouring through the morning star

like the tail on an afterhour's tumbler

in the picket fence part of doom

i went to pick a flower

to give it a name

underneath the city

the names of stones terrify the mountains,

the windows, the mirrors, the melting ice, the plumage

of rain with yellow spades of fever, rivers, and streams

i pulled at the stem

underneath

wires charged with electricity

showered sparks down the scaffolding

l-a'ro