Thursday, January 26, 2017

Fountain body, blood spring of leaves
and thorn-led acres, skin trash
picking copper from the moon
under colorless siege, the sun's
sand-printed scimitar, a lone wasp
sweeping ten-mile hallways
with red palms of torn hands,
food codes in the oblivion dome,
the smiling lion at rest, snow's heat
at the spine of his back,
taped pages of stomped-out speech,
carpet's highway of balding maps,
year's creases burning through
to overwhelming light, and digital time
in an orange gravy, stapling
signed corn ears to a dancing frog.

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