Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Pouches of daylight
on the slithering fence top
cones of shovel blades
spilling dirt blood's crushed seeds
through a net of fallen flagpoles
straps of fake fur
in the creases of an ancient brow
rock shoulders pinpricked with beads of oil
crane hands mashing wood colored putty
eyelashes chomping abdominal wound
to catch a rain of boulders.

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