Sunday, September 22, 2019

The balloon skin land
spiderweb cracked by
blood rain of birds
amp's pack of dirt
and the ear bones
riding sound waves
ripped concrete's tide
of corroded kisses
fresh stems welling up
in fire light cut sharp
the cannibal mercies
of the dance crowd
pecking and lurching
aiming rigged up bodies
and fragile hands
rubber sticks and stirrups.

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