Monday, August 29, 2016

Blonde dagger of waif stone
kissing water with blood
salting the doorway's speed bump
to evaporate into fire with a chain
whistling beaks between toes
and tar and glass fragments
the straining sack of a broken atlas
lifting a snow globe unfurling nativity sperm
learning the river's slit wrists
as it nudges the gap in the bulb
fondling solar slabs detachment
with a universal hand.

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