Friday, June 19, 2020

The honeyed curves of these roads
and the lacerating headgear
shrines moved to the uppermost floors
offices blinking like wet paint
in the nether rapture.

Antenna linked hands ultraviolet
tin foil reflecting hats
a court of sunken hoops
tooth scraped counter tops
faint blood's linoleum script
the keyhole's twitching understood

as a blue fuse lacking in fire
lilac's closing of rented doors
tar mouth at rest
in the furrow of tomorrow.

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