Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Intricacies that chime like sharks,
swill of days promised to toilet paper,
amazed circuitry that winks
back at itself from its own light,
the entanglements from limb on limb
with which we are dancing,
and the horrified eyes and the mocking eyes
standing up on glaciers.

Passageways glued to you
will follow the desert,
hunger on tin respond to sunlight.

Plumes of speech
bleeding from the long mouth.

Worries printed on your tongue
flicking receipts in the twilight.

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