Dog’s Head
Fatigue stokes a fire
in my eyeballs until
briefly blinded by it
See how shadows’ll
form a dog’s head –
it howls & then falls
& becomes a ravine
of bared teeth [jaw
set open – climbers
crawl – enamel isn’t
giving any grip] – In
my eyes a tiredness
trawls an itchy net –
that vitreous ocean
of broken fibres – &
floaters will offer a
replayed shoal – All
I see are phantoms
& recalls of dream-
stacks [I sleep with
a constant visitant]