Monday, March 18, 2019

A feline's coffin in a case of cracked ribs,
a soft skull pushing whipped cream on a fertile curb,
melted bridges between fingers and pine paths
yielding scribbled stone,
the tissue and cartilage of tied-up days
running milky floorboards
wire brushes on the scalp that craves
bloody pushcarts across riverside paths,
womb's creaking birch and ripped fork,
ink's blight of oceanic paper
and radiant sleaze.

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