with cocaine pinpoints
floating through
the cave of flashbulb corn.
Faces made for masks
and slinky vertebrae
fading frames of painted crimes
giving off a nimbus
of hot spit.
Shades of the love
that turned to rancid teeth
tripping around
a sun scorched corner.
Bots in their dance of care
melted down
to less than dust.
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