Monday, August 12, 2019

Strides and sparks
of the never ending rail
quills tucked into the pores
goddess of a pine ridge
with cream and waffles
ghost tread skidded
through the aisles
sinus belt's tug of sky
velvet's entire sword
sleek chromes
of a rounded engine

the starved horizon
bent on gas fumes
and leaking blended light
thorns of a fur strewn balcony.

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