while I watch
from a cartoon face.
Disintegrated songs
riding through my bloodstream.
Your neon halo
body fit for a gun
scriptures on grass
a skeletal train car.
Zooming frame
your silicon nightgear
sleek spandex rags
the paths of a femme fatale.
Perched upon rails of glass
my braided heartworm
leaning in the light of chrome dashes
and frozen bars
hot moon-flung harmony catcher
a flopped series of echoes
or newborn ancient clay
the water's finger playing.
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