Brainless Hood Retards

growing out of the skull

the frame bowed a little between the shoes

its twin beside it lying dead straight

drawn down tight on a housing let into the crown

every nail home, the corners tight and split

the case showing through the sound hole, the fiddle bare

the hole in the top course, the bed beneath it clean

standing mid-swing, clear by the same amount both sides

the two standing side by side on the crown, both finished

every bristle bent the same way under the block

rooted into the scalp

the charge running out over the low edge

the coat hanging across the whole opening

the ties snug at every corner, the plants beside it bare

both upright on the crown in their own holes, the beads not matching

set across the crown with the flow passing both ends

the joints closed to the metal, the thread falling true

the door hard against the drawer front, the handle beyond its edge

the pot pulled to an oval, swinging wide as it turns

flat on the crown at four corners, the screw head showing at its edge

each to its shoulder in the crown, stopped against the other

the coat sealed all round, the handle standing proud

the door propped, the same crop standing all round

bare shank showing at the nut with the load still on it

both rods solid to the glass, the opening closed between them

square in a frame set into the crown, hinges true

its two feet set at the temples with no basket between them

a rod at each end, both standing still

sitting on the head

the fingers standing in their own beds in the wood

domed over the spout with four lumps already through

risen out of the skull

lying across the crown, reins straight and rivet clean

seated on the crown beside a matching bowl whose grooves run true

the trough full and still, the handle at its top

the boards held apart, the spline proud of both faces

embedded in the skull

the same stones coming out whole in a ring round the rim

the water standing at the low end, the grate clean

one from each temple, each buckled home on a used hole

the rail low on its posts, the drop open beyond

the catch behind the leaf, the shutter part closed on it

one jar standing proud of it, the other clear beneath

four arcs above it, the glass clean beneath

grown onto the head

standing wide with everything round it flat in the draught

balanced across the head

bolted to the crown, the rope bearing on the outside

standing rigid beside a matching joint set square

the bolts drawn tight through the gap between the pipe ends

a fitted collar closing the ring between the two pipes

the two plain backs meeting flat on one shaft

laid across the crown, both handles wedged home

standing upright and square, its bearing surface clean all round

the paint showing through every gap between the boards

the latch corner dropped a hand below level

the flue out through the slats, the crate clean and square

birds settled along its crossbar behind it

lying loose and parallel, still three ropes

growing back into the wrong shape from memory

seated on the crown, a pool standing in the cone

the two eyes matching, a hand of rope between

the wood closed round three links, the run slack

mid-breach, and it is happening now

perched where the brain sits

plumb and wedged at both ends, the beam sagging under both

two rammed rings one inside the other, the lean unchanged

biting at the crown with the staves open above and below it

stabbed clean through the head

the load stacked in the open beside it

the rungs shortening evenly, the last of them a hand wide

balanced across the crown, a matching stack of weights at each end

the sash run to one corner of its opening

both halves rolling from the cut at the same rate

pulled up hard with the bare inner face on the drum

the gate hanging on the top pin, the run standing on the lower

set across a channel in the crown, the flow all at one corner

upright on the crown, slots upward and empty

three holes standing empty, the free end lifting

the length dead straight, four arcs at the point

a finger of open air standing between the finished rings

laid up the head at an even gauge, the heaviest at the top

the rod standing still beside a twin at full throw

planted in the scalp

four steps above one unbroken blade

all to one depth and one bend, holding nothing down

the hook closed into a ring beside a twin standing open

the foot in its hole, the gate hanging sideways from it

the bricks loose and dry, the mortar lines crisp in the air

a key in each face, both hard over, the bolt home

the crossing piece whole and untouched beside it

mounted where the brain sits

daylight standing beyond the tenon's square end

risen out of the flat crown

planted in the skull

springing from both temples with the key resting clear of the ring

seated on the crown, the coals flat and unlit

arched over the crown between a full vessel and an empty one

seated on the crown, the follower bearing on the rim and the screw hard down

the ball home at every point of the turn

standing on one chime for lightness, the bung driven flush

grown from a stalk on the scalp

both coats proud of the face, every joint alike

the bowl inside lying over at the angle of the head

the wood closed evenly on both sides, the rest swinging free

the hatch hinged toward it, the ladder head square on the cover

upright on the crown, the pipe mouth square on and a hand away

the slack smooth and close over clean coals

the two ends standing face to face and touching

the weight flat where it began, the fulcrum square

chain running to its drum, beside a twin that still tapers

set into the skullcap

across the crown, dressed level, the tips hanging over the brow

the tap open and running, the inlet plain below

earthed and waiting, and the storms stopped coming

running steadily with its cap hung beside it

the plates lying beside it, holes clean

laid flat side by side with both thumbs on the same edge

the bail up to the rim within, the outside plain

the pot a handspan across, the spout opening wider

every cover square, the putty run to its edge

the glue line standing open a finger

the sheet sagging into the opening in an even dish

the cover riveted down, the wards laid finished beside

the covering slack and rucked along both slopes

the head leaning out past the feet, the frame on the point of going

the wood following the boot's creases, the leather full

in mesh on the crown with both parts standing still

its point bright beyond the far board

the far side of the joint standing wider

boards cramped and nailed, the joists stacked beneath

loose in the wide one, short of entering the narrow one

hung the wrong way up

every leg through the boards, one plank on the top

the work beneath cut short by its own length

standing square on the crown with the jet passing clean through

bent round into a closed loop, bolts tight

the charge standing heaped and unmoved on top

lying in an open cradle, tilted off level

built straight onto the open scalp

embedded in the scalp

standing on the scalp

feeding on the head

wired into the ear

long abandoned up there

collapsing

in miniature

oversized to the point of absurdity

tipped over on its side

running at full tilt

driven straight through

half sunk into the skull

balanced precariously

embedded into the skull

clamped on with a screw fixing