Monday, April 22, 2019

Roaring dusk with no center of light.
Sparks on the fringes punching tickets
bones tapping buckets of wet leaves.
Gymnasts with gelatin curves
swinging from a jawbone sky.
The heart with all its echoes
thumping in a stiff rag.

Curtains bulging over storefront windows
springs and paper of slamming drawers.
Wires in plaster of sobbing pipes
a deep mask of running eyes
where the blade slides
over the deli counter.

Mercury fingering bus stop benches
the grid of sacred metal
flinging female form.

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