Wednesday, January 04, 2017

Lanterns crawled over the flesh
a tower of teeth
grey garments soaked in night pools
the right haircut for a corpse
a silence disclosed by the lips
torn fibers of fluorescent optics boom
glinting home on a garbage plane
watching sun flip the cracked road
and the flying moon eat estate
shut this world barnacle hole
flush it blood throated
with the blood of many
unmissed persons.

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