Monday, May 18, 2015


I'm a drum child driven wild, scold of the barrier.
I will jam the stars down your throat.
Only you and I will be audible
in the airlocked kingdom.
Map redrawn with colored sand
cycle of flesh disrupted by dreaming
the psychic life of ants made charming with sophistication,
with looks, lifeless.
Daffodils out of punctured concrete.
As was spraypainted: to break your world for our growth
a lamb's ear on the tear of a flag
salted with the disintegration of an entire planet.
Bus stations correspond with jello and tactile clothing
slots of transport are cleft and decorative with human bones.

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