stems in a torn mouth
beckon to vivid clouds
for dark oceanic weeping and
pierced pillars with viaduct roots
radiating torn concert posters
myriad tongues of dirty mercy
the moss floors of flowing cool canals
sag to the curb and watch
cranes lifting elegant gutters
feel my poor fingers
on the length of your multiplying spine
sip the soda of eloquent corpses
distilled to the roil of their final songs
the river through the graveyard
is long with many turnings and
the glint of many fragrant metals
heat of somber lips where an eclipse
boils and runs
the sun drips radio error
two notes for a high-strung ton
this risen clump of rabbit bones
and reptilian dung
stretched wide with violin eyes
where the moon is a wire hanger
and a singing black hole is hung
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