me and the wheel of iridescent cheese
sliding down the pyramid's incline
with an acid powered light
reams of plastic thinking
docks gleaming in finger paint
the laughing dresses of water.
Parked on a rock of painted moss
ship's feelers wobble
the sky that crashes steel
waits in tiny shells
and clotted crucifixes
lips on a candlestick
throats of an engine contest
starting up in enameled dusk.
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