your forking
tongue
chew
the snake your coat
inhales
ah twisted horn your
mouth
unveils the blinding
comb
or scissored cheek a
check
against what time re
turns
your first dead word
at
last the end rethrives and
woofs
stone ape wood cloud
your
shoulder snaps your sm
oldered
lunch BURNS THE
HORIZON
where yr shoe
thins
in evening breeze
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