I lowered a box on the
machinery of the city.
It chewed its way out.

I threw a shawl over
a reflection of the sun.
It burnt it to a crisp.

I placed a frame around
the moon and it sailed
blithely past its borders.

I wound chains round
my strangest desire and
it wore them like ribbons.

I locked dissonance in
a cage like a animal and
it bent the bars and
escaped into the wilds.

I shoved Kafka, handcuffed,
into a patrol car and he
never stopped laughing
all through his trial.

Appeared in The Freeman