Wednesday, December 18, 2019

The medicine rises
green in a crimson cart
canes of sunken tastes
vibrating a hotel room
rivers of repainted nudity
riding sunlit windows
moss bulging across cleft soil
hills tumbling to goldenrod
the breathing tubes of empty fields
hooves gone to the gelatin skies

tar's leak of a lurking trumpet
the rind's vacated laughter
a maze of skinned fruit and flying saucers
split pod of grinding cities
and half bright towns
the purr of speed
lashing down the lightning's path.

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