Joyelle McSweeney - The Cock and Kettle

The ceiling sags,
water in a sock.
Lift it over the levee and into the next duchy.

Outside the lunchspot, the rooster swings
with brackets to its comb and tail.
It creaks and crows.
The trees go one way, the car another.

Minnowing around, meowing,
carombing in the bathtub down
into the next apartment.

On the mattress, the man swims
printed with ferns.


[from The Konundrum Engine Literary Review]