milk crates and tea bag tags
the kisses in traffic
pay your dues
to the thumbscrew stars
and oscillating proto-bibles
theater of galactic bones
cathedral ceiling in a coffee cup's
foam bottom
thin journeys from a charcoal rag
where heaven lights a stairwell
fire escape arms
eyes and breasts in alarm siren
paths raging to a tar like iron
room where the world runs out
mills tilting in the talking hay.
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