Thursday, January 02, 2020

Riding the spider arms
of a lurching graveyard
the spazz dictation
of a living slick machine
vertebrae sipping pink fire
in a bucking luncheon.

Long windows shaken by
the light over mountains
seats pitching through
the waves of steel.

Ink wrapped parchments
on telephone poles
the xeroxed signatures
ochre fading time.

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