is rain from an estranged heaven
locks of hair stuck to apple skin
branches in a cluster round a nest of hornets
caves of glue soaked soil
are mouths in an empty field
hallways into empty space
form from such falling stars
as smite the exit sign
like attacking planes
firing electronic rocks
orange peels and cylinders of lipstick
upon the speech-fed end of things
a sacred cigarette.
All gelatin slow motion air
and kissed by fiber optics
winged lions swipe at weightless mice
with glittering claws
dead things obey their artificial laws
singed angels of light on pause.
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