Wednesday, September 6, 2017

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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