Thursday, March 28, 2019

Propeller face blowing away
the confetti of the body
peaks and rippled green
going down to the dark water
with a silent blade,
scum tracking fibers of light
over the sand carved lands
with a reeking guitar
a screaming pile of oiled leather
and a recipe of scorched silk
the beauty of a famous liar
licking up the charcoal stricken milk
from a corner rusty shovels touched
when the moon went out
like a cloth on a wintry diving board
sharing thin paint
ice carving out the photosynthetic tiles.

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