is kicking your head
the gravestone spotlight
is taking over
all hallowed neon
shop fronts and exercisers
plaid muscles and jacked up smiles
our belt buckle sonatas
and fiat blues
no symmetry of horizon
could ever connect
to the coiled heart
of a tidal wave of serpents
a continent wide hallway
of unified slamming doors
and hostile beams on the harbor
a corn brimming hill
silk raving expanse
pink cubbyholes and
rubber shelves of bleach
barbed wire night dress blueprints
and seething ooze
to soothe the massive ships
with long long windows
faint waterfall's
cool.
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