The bold words were to be used in order and without alteration. Not an easy task, not an easy piece but it's done. If you're up for a little mind stretch go to The Last Piaster and try the experimentals listed there - a challenging boggle.
The moon, broken off like sunlight wrinkles
water, opened a spotlight on a red flower
brilliant as blood on fresh fallen snow.
Her fingers, delicate as swan's breast,
gathered the rose from its naked place where
the island stretches off the coast like a rock
on your path that makes you seize up,
makes your backbone rigid like a lightpole
screening bad news while the bicycle careening
down the hill like a runaway forgets time
can be soft as the eyes on that crazy bird,
its song like a drumbeat of fear, who
chants out its tale. She spun of like visions,
humming along with his monotonous
voice like the thump of old tires.
Night covers the moon to lock her in place,
and her days pass like a long week in hell.