geysers preening from moss mouths
clawed tracks of the hillside
I position my tinted lens against the lava
pull the seat lever's quim
around my clotted brain
the shine of divine spaghetti
in a bleeding man suit
a glow in the depths that slipped the catalogue
rhyme posters of the subway cell chart
dogwood flowers from the coliseum floor
the pine bark reptile look
of the latest spaceships
brine covenant for the dashboard
firm flash of a thinking pole.
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