Elaine sips the sky,
Cloud floats with petal rings
Throating elation cupped by eyes.
Stains drag the countryside
Jumping tar scars for florid cuts.
Svelte black pins plodding along
Seem to clog clumps of grey mounds,
Pricks chained to oblivion.
From up here
It's too senseless a maze
Vines throttling stems stifled