Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Spires of domes
from breaking seeds
with tongues of reflecting knives,
channels carved in bulbous hinges,
a circle of high-backed chairs
clawed feet sinking
in soot-streaked clay.

Ball-shaped bricks
in the action of cellular mud,
threads of gum
following thick-veined eyes,
a cushion of compacted grass
biffed open by a rain
of skulls.

A solitary toilet by the river's
hammering roar, a frozen tent
of printed paper resting
on electric twigs.

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