We were chasing the dogs 
Through the junkyard at dusk
And all the orange pebbled bits of glass
Or they were chasing us
Through looming automobile husks
You were smeared with axle grease
Poised to make your escape
Or else erect a great machine
And I was videotaping everything
Your eyes were a terrible nightmare
That someone else was having
One of us was locked in a cello case
The other the sex fiend videotaping everything
You were the red rocket
Carrying a brave language
And I was the native population 
With susceptible outer-moon antibodies
My eyes were a beautiful bridge
Over which you ran and
Over which stretched a great cobweb
Trembling with beads of heavy fog
You were a trapdoor
I was also a trapdoor
Below which were alligators
Beyond which no one knew
But you could hear dogs braying in the cold
You were the underwater monster
And I was the nuclear detonation that woke you up
You were a burning orchard
And I was the fleeing bees
The past piles on our backs like hot wind
The icicle the perfect murder weapon
We were leaking classified documents
We were drinking coffee laced with arsenic
And between us something was growing
It was if and then when
It was when and then again
It was night and no one around
I was the mist in your cemetery of owls
One of us was the beach
The other the pulverizing surf.