Saturday, September 07, 2019

A tiny, bitter tank
rolling the tongue's carpet

the smashed port holes
of a sinking helmet.

Rolling bark of tree trunk's buttocks
the dance of a thousand crotches
advancing an Egyptian facade.

Coins that jingle in the throat
photos burning the cave wall.

The calf print on empty china
lips winking on the stem's blender
bricks melting across
an absorbent lid.

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