You’re as mobile as a still-life apple
painted badly on canvas.
You’ve got strings,
a liar’s growing nose
and an oaken jaw meant
You’re a billion Joules of labor
waffled into strips of poly fibers.
You’re a coyote limping
in front of sparse traffic on a dusted
road in Joshua Tree with a paper plate
hanging from your mouth.
You’re a pillow laid in the sun
for cotton blend comfort.
You’re a derelict
on desert bushes.