Sunday, September 08, 2019

Fringe of the jagged chrome
milk dripping from a blade's handle.
Cream's flame stitching a cobra's neck
bones glued to sandy light.

Slithering rivulets among the bronze grass
the nostrils linking wide responsive fields.

A god of gold wheat
riding his potato anus
across the ripped corn,
muscular arc of architectural hallucination
without a bicycle's knotted movements
or the gaseous pout
of an engine.

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