Monday, March 16, 2020

Cliff lines and declining pillars
like the fingers of a glove
the tags of spent garments
fluttering around a hill's foot
plateaus of half-radiant tar
the beds of ember-laden creatures
saluting Venus through the night sky
the fingernail glaze
of scattered windshields

mufflers caved in
with rusty hand prints
covered signals palpitating mold
the crescent street
and hissing path
under a plaid dome
amphitheater tapped by ants
pig wraps and the ramp
dust cranked away
by the scrape of a fighting nude
faint gridlock melting tech
to oiled penetration
a high wall's sheen of penitent bottles
rags like roses in the crate light.

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