Sunday, November 17, 2019

The crucified thatch
of a dancing ass
fiber optics popping
over the serene field
grey autonomy of grass
in stricken moonlight.

Uniform heads on sticks
jawbones clacking
to the same stuck tongue
serpent souls nonetheless
traversing the cross
in a fern handkerchief helmet
god monkey's ink injected body.

Hip's turn for the well rounded stinger
wings of a spinach demon
with blown out gems for eyes
pursing the refrigerator door
spigot's ring of stained incisors
combs gnashing pornographic blades.

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