Enamel dust mites

[Something Fast]

Eyes as pale as the reflected moon
Laid out in state upon the ceiling.
Blind to all except the loudest tune
And the keyhole you're revealing.
Valves rattle shut inside their case
Frigid pins tumble into place.
Vacuous ladies wilt and swoon
Their digits lost all feeling.

Eyes to me, twin ivory globes
That turn towards the long tomorrow.
They flash in time to unearthly strobes
No mere man can ever follow.
Rubber gloves save your static charge
For a quetzal still at large.
I'm all ears, just two huge lobes
The tripod of apollo.

Eyes soon forget the carved tracks
Two make through the unstirred sand.
The sea rages forth and turns right back
Porcelain breakers in your hand.
Forever a beach-comber's prize
In the horizon of blind eyes.
Kept warm and dry upon a rack
But forever in demand.

[Something Fast]

He talked with a ghost that was deaf as a post.
They spoke of mammoth tracks
Lizzy Borden's wings and wax -
Give us today our daily chance.
Love for all the little clones,
A giant squid bycatch and fiendish collarbones.
Some people just can't pay the tax
Of a sticky-sweet insect romance.

A living obsession with a fragile possession
During this wholly holy daze
In the name of the latest static craze -
To admire one's part of the light.
Even when it's clear as day,
My third eye could melt the sun clean away.
It leaves the stems of a flower maze
And the most faithful kind of insight.