Monday, November 14, 2016

Cruelties of oak and winter
long beds on tap through silence
working world in a glazed circuit
dribbling this maze unlit upon us
street's fur ripples soft on the flesh of earth
circus disharmony tickling froth of ocean
feet pounding on the tape recorded
reeled out from a drinking fountain's spout
in blood and gum and coins
chalked eyes in a ballpark-size mirror
looming over the curve of water
ton bridged by plaited hair in gel
shining forth from her gassed country
belching glad blue fire over the rail track

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