Monday, November 11, 2019

The volcano's fan
alone in a tent
on the curb's footpath
lights from the slit
book reader above the town
eating pornography and gravel.

Wires to a headgear
lost on pearl island
ten tracks of hairdos
carved into the wet eaten snow.

Chair's boat rocking on
the hard slanted shingles
air's tool and leather
inspiration's beaten scabbard
the open landscape grilled
and plucked by hooks.

A diamond's shelter
twitching in a ferny cavern
pages slurping at the tarps of the cave
star's vertiginous tissue
painted white with agony
tongue pierced by convenience mountain
a rubber dunked horizon
and a clay gloved moon.

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