Thursday, September 03, 2020

The air is pregnant with shit.
A wheel turns.
Bones vibrate to yodeling mouths.
Symmetries of gold and silver
crush the bloom of earth.
Screaming pipes drain
a vat of acid.
A sex act on fire
is received with arrows.

Cubes open up to be observed
in the cemetery condo.
Pans of soil push
a cartoon crucifix.

The moon flees
into torn space.
A street light goes out
like a pawn.
The nets of time
move.

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