Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Strangled pillows at the cliff's top
eyes of hot water with no center
bleeding brown strings
and paper pebbles.

Poles painted by claw marks
throughout the creaking valley.
High windows having
swatted away the bullet casings
splattered with indwelling skulls.

The coffee grounds of earth's meek filth
vibrating on a fallen satellite dish.
The long tables of ghostly conferences
splintered through a dinosaur's thorax.

Salt limbs coated in metallic honey.
A brush of wire rolling the credits
into violet flesh.

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