Friday, April 24, 2020

Lacerated pod-milked persons,
the bared gums of a speaking dog,
blankets of ash on tar
spreading in a dark breeze
and a flicker of dissolving rain.

Courts abandoned to the rakes of time
pock marked by falling black holes
that teem with thinking worms
a holographic hand
that grinds them into dust
for a future film.

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