Monday, July 29, 2019

Burned by images of renewal
and strengthened by decay,
the spirit climbs a pole to empty skies
halting electric strokes in mid-air.

Bubbles from a cracked skull
carry transparent sight
and the scent of hunter's blood
cascade of empty shells
swirling in mud-drenched water.

Nether lips glowing
from an octopus' beak
sucker arms athwart
skyscraper's sheen
whistling brain saliva.

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