Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Cotton skin on wooden bones
runs across the ice bridge
skanking and flaming
among the running and dripping flags
over eyes of stone
a curb of impacted soil.

Marking bird houses
with charcoal fingernails
kneepads over each breast
the stem of a brush
jabbing at the bulb's womb
fist in a long vase
fireworks from the linkage of the wrist
pouring through the milky way.

Labyrinths of shot-out tar
slate's mica of fake windows
glinting from wall to wall.

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