Sunday, December 09, 2018

A web of clouds
with clinging bones
a sidewalk cut away from Earth
on a pyramid of soil.

Trails of brown fur
speckled with miniature red leaves
shot-out eyes in the evening.
Trunks unfolding bark
that clenches walnut teeth
berries popping on a collarbone
the scissor's mindscape
of armpit portals.

Windows cracked by a flying
horizontal door
a sail torn off in
creaking hinges.
Pools of aging money
sinking to a concrete court
a jump rope's bags of blood
to blur the ever turning mouth
tongue's hearth and couch
cut lips rolling mint in lavender.

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