Friday, April 06, 2018

POEMS OF A JANITOR

The rag foams on marble,
hands of oil search
transporting air,
caged flakes
zoom in glass meander,
baskets are green
with pink dye and
orange teeth's horizon,
ducks in plated rows
dunk beaky nostrils
latex eyes
on the werewolf finger,
banana skin forearms
of sideways ladies
slipping dark cash
to the stair mopper,
ink on the foul of his
tank-tread sneakers,
rays in ultraviolet
spanked formation,
brows and cheeks and braids
in the coin of suds,
printed toilets
roar and blank the walls,
scenes of a raking leg
thicken the incline compactor,
the cursive of dairy razors,
a hot water pen
for tampon baskets
and the poems
of a janitor.

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