Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Stuck to the hills
with fertilizer hands
swimming areolae in the surface bath
eels across glass hallways
with the water and mud to swim
from the burnt sky
the tugboat's plug
wheezing in a bank of straw.

Torn towels on wood hooks
the pillars outside tombs.
Salted paths girding dark puddles
to the doorstep of the screening room.

Highways of licorice
framing a lavish helmet.
Sides of a mountain
heaving fur flanks
the blanks of a cloud's exchange.

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