Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Lake floor rigged with tame explosives
knobs of a bobbing branch
tapping phantom ice.

The sky's burnt rug of lounging nudes
tracing disconnected headphones.

Fruits of a ringing bridge
a monument's scarf of moss
vibrating fireflies.

Stems of sharpened hollow glass
that puff gelatinous smoke
a news rack's mechanical climax.

Sheets of descending psalms
the hellish choir pouts
above a gluey hymnal.

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