Sunday, October 02, 2016

Bridges of nightshade
spun by vines of entwined bird bodies,
bones on web of water's map,
a circle of brick eyes painted bread
multiplying hoops of raw blue light
chimneys of weathered salt screaming skate graffiti,
burrito hearts pouring black beans of blood
to the gutter's river of reproductive oil.

Scents of straightened hair
in the sink of the valley.
Stairways cluttered with broken signposts
and sexual bicycles.
Moon ways of concrete ascent
that spin with gang kisses.
Monuments of crud that angle
deep into a heap of lilac.

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