Friday, October 11, 2019

A grey line through the seething sky
seed's pouch of folded farms
the blood of pretzel bones
in a spotlight's simmering rescue
curves of polished wood
with rag cushions
floating on the cloud cover
beneath a consuming airplane.

Life cords poisoning a row of masks
the dream of a weightless fortress
silver webs cloaking the brown sea
jellies lit upon a surging crest
the deity's hat brim
smoke blasted and crimped.

Chains of feminine musk
arranged across the sunset
tongues looping lifted brine
the split tail's preview.

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