Friday, April 17, 2020

Parades of ornate scum
the caterpillar shoulder blades
trickling from a bent gut

foot wide tracks making ribbons
to the volcano's base.

Balconies of outcry
rattling like doll's tongues
bows of mercy and haze
dragging on the boat's flag
as the island steams

runways drummed like icicles
fallen from the moon

my fur lined hallway
pouring designer dust
comprehended rinds of plastic
taking heat through time

over the streamers
of gas lit tasers
a reeking life of love
chapter by banner
and canvas crossfire
drummer at the head
a dragon's smile.

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