Monday, September 17, 2018

Marshland lettuce round the howling sky's mouth
clutter of broken fences lifted up to make a ship
skipping stones from vacant hands
bottles at the cliff's edge of ice
puffing antique wooden snakes
legs of a lusting table
jumping waves and rubber rafts
landing in shitfaced yards
hard parks and gardens
mapping the cracked tailbone
eyes in a pudding of clouds
dripping veins from a breaking core
the birth of lungs in a glass tank
drinking rain from funnels.

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