painted photos make the tributaries droop
toward their pineal center
as the embers of clustered pharmacies
ride on constructed wings
and souls trickle bricks beneath them
bones in cemetery frost
put on newspaper raincoats
to walk the computer land
the sun's remaining crescent
bends the pornographic glass
a spoon mouth's fiery spider
combs and rakes of a waiting vein.
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