a leaf turned like a doll
beneath the sun-whipped clouds
ivy on concrete pillars
air balloon's ladder of ashen hands
the dove's tail between
many aggravated waves
the lips of the ripped trees.
All membrane-deep in ribbons
unseen blowing through my guided blood
tar hills within dirt valleys
and hills of raving pine
the thud of a disturbed street sign
faint far-off hallways
with pipes of song.
Leftover light
from a bargain keyhole
ripples of touched infinity
pimped out for paper gold.
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