Monday, December 16, 2019

A brisk totem
pouting truth in wheat;
the practical body fading
into multiple addresses;

the smooth paved rounded plateaus
where he found lift off
humming under wheels that do not fade
the water of resurgent channels

voices piping voices to the volcanic heart
fields ripped and with carved stone bladed
rims of dimpling lines and streaked foundations
train shaft following the circuit's womb

a lonely bar and mirror
empty room where a coat hung
and a hat was huddled
tit's froth with heated articles
torn child surviving
the assaults on the mailbox
grin spackled in plaid glue
root's limbs of an encircling wall
a bulb of hired shadows
and the green's abounding shawl.

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