Thursday, June 20, 2019

Hung with hot lights
spinning on the flat plains
between talking mountains
the snatched letters of wire boxes
electric water on the brim
silent face beneath the speaking face
bright rails carrying rock
through a resounding mouth
of ice ribs and huddled teeth
flat belly's rack of knives.

Carts shatter the gathered hills
dragging chains on porcelain.

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