rise from the dying body
hatred of time and place
that plants a smashing seed
lids of the once forgotten
popping like frenzied eyes
beneath a bloodshot moon and scythe
wounded machinery and fleshy wheels
the script of skin is sliced and peeled.
Apartments in a silver painted pinecone
crimped cords climbing to clotted vents
stairs descending from bright painted ships
to platforms of cemented fecal matter
the eggs of many scattered birds
their slick seductive contours
all captured by decaying words.
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