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childless females consort with receivers
on the ice, laden with moisture
weeping in thin layers the angel of salt
tortured the zone of perpetual darkness
under a blanket of sand, at the deepest sunspot
tiny resisters of gravity tumbling close to red,
dark stones and a triangle bolting it whole
in bulbs of ancient color with long fingers
anchor their thorn on tough stalks kick food,
dangerous splashes of air fling doors with locks
in sodas of vomit the gauntlet of the winds
with the great cupped ear
wrapped in crimson whips of security
telescoping raw beltline building magic tubes
brutes of half pried the lid off a big wooden box
finding the diary of exterminators
the oldest layers strung out thousands
in razor-led multitudes of bleached haircut
tenants fingernail-torn outside eggs
were taken flock mates fronds of sturdy
rock tunneled between
neighbors in striped cactus glasses
a tough rod wrapped in elastic tissue
pollen in its older layer shedding flaking
the scales of adolescent excitement
young black-headed gulls who take the glue
of excrement against their aching gums
gossamer jellyfish pulsate straining
claws built by water salt eyes strange
against the fiction of carbon female
digger wasp, higher-slung animal
with loins sculptured bone homeless on sofa
touching the pizza place,
stung his central cavity,
in which spices mix the problem stomach
with stern momentums of civil rights, colliding
with an outer edge of the splash cascading
eyes bled sorry for the waterfall
upon the edge rocks of the last ribs suck age