floating in memory's gravy
surfacing shiny like tin
a swamp of tires turning over
a singing memo from destroyed lands
peaks enchained with nightmarish lights
pits of giant lice crawling on fire
stacks of money to sleep on
corridors alive with a flying serpent
seams of ancient paths sown under rock
finding my errant bloodstream
cooking in a lunar pot
this wart filled pock marked vessel
shoplifted from the high angelic shelf.
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