Friday, September 25, 2020

Orphan of the drift
a tidal ring around
his decomposing standpoint

legs dangling from hologram hands
scar's blink of bitter eyelash
grave digger in daylight

painting lips with words
sweet machine gun sermon
a veined screen emitting

powder of blood and bones transported
through the weapon of time
skirting vacant ooze

pout planting a frozen flag
tongue home to the mountain wolf
smiling behind the dial

room within painted ruffles
to plan the waterfall.

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