Monday, November 24, 2014


 Fossils clash, in the air
           where their ropes have broken
        slamming dead jaws together
            while their enemy coasts past
         on coats of ivory and wheels
        traffic of goon kisses
          smitten maps of battery on the body
 foundling murdered by ash, by light
 by darkness too, and rings of organic matter
   flinging their mercurial gardens
 jagged circlets of an atom genie
     through the fucked and living universe
       pulsating with error

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