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Precariat Dreams (Kali in Old Glory)

Treebuds stainblue cloud
split dust metallic
painted bridges lancing
out all ways strength and wavering
broth of desire births computer work
scaffolds the eating sod
in platform gardens
we find ourselves sitting on state-owned rumps
fall any way we can
out of our bodies bought

The torched parlor
wings through a highway
wide from a flowering branch
the architecture of a silent heart
is vined with grapes of blood
from the wage-slave harvest
servants who've emptied the milk pails
drain cows behind all rolling eyes
and bathe in the doorsteps

We're inside kindling
the fire transcending between antagonists
surfing their weary waves
to the ocean that never falls flat
spine-fingered ballerina
the North American goddess has six arms at last
her big sisters wield
me on a sponge
washing her briny armpits
three by three