goblet brain dripping with
nuclear paint on the patios
of smoke-linked cafes,
the lipstick-smeared kisses
on cracked brick porches,
high ladders with Buddhist banners
trailing off into the talk
of an abandoned night.
Vines crawling concrete canyons,
birds clacking in the iron ribs
of a snaking overpass
footsteps of the lonely
on an egg-stained cemetery ridge.
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