Sunday, May 31, 2020

Tape recorded bathroom
snarling in the wreckage
coils and crackling snares
the remnant of a passage
in metered silk

drooling from the gun of oil
dripping from a sun of plenty
a torn shelf
slipping from teeth of dawn
green leaf licking the barrel
grey feathers of fictional blood
tongues dipping that have gone to rest

and an ectoplasmic missile
soaring through a broken web
to be remembered steel.

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