Saturday, May 16, 2020

Armchair on an ice floe
a heap of painted claws
speaking to torn webs
alive on the lashed air
teeth popping cords.

Mercury in long formations
a shoreline shifted to chemical dark
slit harmony of squeaking poles
nosing agricultural rapture.

Trees leaning from roots to great height
a mask of galactic waves
breaking over maps and pipe houses
faces in shined wood
faint putting on sugary flesh
the cornerstone breaking laws.

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