Wednesday, October 02, 2019

Broken eyes in glass taps
the staring foam
reflects a demonic mating dance
scuffed floors flickering
in undulating glaze
the wire squares bending
outward into circular ooze.

Popcorn bodies and chattering chips
the milked recessive orators
turning on their leather stools.

Handles that crack in the night
above flushing drain pipes
the grave's ulterior gas
and the arc of space.

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