world plasticity
whirl! and, placid, see
planes and plastic cities
and plains and trees
and plaster masturbating
steeplejacks, stealing
steel gray tufts of sky
puffing from the chimney
where the world
is heated and forged
and all the plastic
goes into spoons
and breasts
Friday, December 9, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
oblivionderstatement
lodged in the abyss where a spine used to creak
behind a caged nest of tongues trying to pump blood
to carry back in buckets to their arid mouths
is a river of acid, a liquid spider doing an arabesque
until it disappears into rotting bones
that feared the oblivion they knew
more than the oblivion they couldn't explain away
behind a caged nest of tongues trying to pump blood
to carry back in buckets to their arid mouths
is a river of acid, a liquid spider doing an arabesque
until it disappears into rotting bones
that feared the oblivion they knew
more than the oblivion they couldn't explain away
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