Friday, May 31, 2019

A chrome sided trash compacter
where songs go
bulbous and spiked ice planet
rotating empty theaters
scum on rusted walls
tracing an alphabet of knives
green branches pushing behind white walls
faces marked by flying embers
digits hacked on triangular bricks
the cream of a blood soda
floating irregular streets.

Notes in the wig
that cloaks a painted skeleton.
Bird baths of nuked seawater
cupped in giant, vacant hands.
Ferns shooting from a smashed rib cage
the strings of a spread pubis
crackling with gasoline.

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