strewn through the woods
I saw the colors that follow salamanders
and the colors that reflect the clouds
I saw my corpse kissing a girl
brought back to life with worm tattoos
all the threads were stretching
through me to the harps and looms
that bring them into a sad harmony
pools of wine grow at the airport gate
calendars of glass are shattered
on adhesive rubber doors
caravans of hellish light
fill up these tall garages
layers of captured fumes are painting
walls of gray with soot
a range of lipstick robotics
that hum between
lamps drowned on metal trees.
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