Saturday, September 19, 2020

Islands pushing at the sun
a turning spear that churns
the spent canals

mirror gathering moisture
in a cloudy tower
the pen stripped from the flesh
chains dripping with brushes.

Roads of electricity
that lead to a blood soaked court.
Nets flapping in the empty breeze
air packed leather
coils of a tar pool
tin plated haircut
and drooling brains
the dirt's mercy
sun's piercing cool
saturnine depth

the separated gaze
fighting in flight
and falling to the heights
balling.

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