Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Bolts gushing from my mouth
fall on icy grass:
a spool of floating oil
splices them together
close to the magnet heart.

The earth quakes through
a throne of pebbles
moves bricks beneath
an antique pen.

Bending forests harness
the lassoed ink
and short circuit
my rib cage.

The incomplete bones sing
to the overwhelming sea.
An elfin touch fires my skin cells
blood rockets me over the trees

a set of barbecued lips
stains the rearview.
And a cobweb of abandoned thoughts
bursts into healing flame
from instant to instant.

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