Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Barnacled sea mask
fallen through the breasts and turf
bruised chin speaking rage
throat pouring teeth
burst head slithering blood ideas
flaxen cemetery of buried wasps
graves of tents and icicle beards
rivulets of bronze cereal
to the corners of the king's den
piling and chuckling in potassium
bubbling at the mustache of health
zone-scanned mask
that has forestalled the slippery futures,
piloting painted arial
over the stones of white moss
clucking geese from the downward path
of a torn sky bugged eyes inwardly diving
green scum of the womb
lit by siren tubes.

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