Thursday, December 20, 2018

Strings ripping soil bridges
an orange light from the brown ground
coffee spouts in palpitating rubber concrete
a bronze star fishing through
a shattered walk.

Stairways zig-zagging
on the jolts of a crater's elbow
pine sap from the ruffled ribs
a penetrating chair
that spins in fragrant oil.

A glass sheen on brick walled boxes
and breaking fluorescent cylinders
capped eyes shooting quill teeth
through the roar
of an ancient tunnel.

Rattling wire trails
that enwrap a lunar meteor
a lake of dust from empty bellies
of the folded dead.

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