Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Ice floes caught in the bramble river
trembling on thorns
light tapping corners
sky's crunch touching time
blood feathers in the frozen walls
of death's civilization
shelves thin as hair
give way like vagina
houses spinning like dice
items of cared-for exhibitionist history
falling from the dock's city
bright warships wretchedly ripped
and eating the dog shit of their deaths
in the oily, luxuriant
earth water.

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