sweat taps on the brain skin
phallic apartment towers rise
like windowed cobras
teeming with topless beauties
scales of sunbeam fragments
sliding slowly down the mask of fate
my desk is a chip caged from a glacier
the tip of my tongue has teeth that keep
biting my fingernails
my blood rests in a dead volcano
a diving board protrudes from my skeleton
my paperweight bronze heart is the size
of the planet's soul.
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