Tuesday, August 02, 2016

Fathomless statue moves dance
into a new paradigm
runway of desert glass
fire paved through the eyes
of the watcher's vengeance
who records and records
tapes turning in the cream of the anus
monocles dripping off
in the sun's radio spray
down the spinner's torso
in a liquid wave of sky's heat
coming on.  Dawn jots a pox
of ink on the breakfast tablet
new sleep of day new dagger
in the engine new slugs
of nothingness on the dashboard
less and less of the womb
egg's wall of flesh the envelope
of death the plant's stalk
of a polar ram protrudes
from the belly of the stomach.
And the tits of silence rescue him roundly.

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