Sunday, September 15, 2019

Finery of stitched
and grinning flesh
felt tipped sunrise
twitching on the bathroom tiles.

Racks of split wood in rows
leaning at the path sides
the faces under snow
and ashen dust.

Fur streaked ice
oil blossoming like linen.

Vine grown armchairs
levitating in the lunar haze.

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