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Decomposure
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Hour 8
trailing sparks dulled on contact
until chocolate paper separates
and winded to jar bucket of stems spread melted turtle/shell buttons
armed and fabulous
bridge to utopia from facedown wet strips
in repose (pose) with left elbow clasped,
sending knots into lemon and range storage lockers
salvage soldier's toast from a vat of stirred feathered noodles
over the shadow air lapse hue shift,
grows heavy.
there is no glassy trace the lukewarm pangs
of waxen double franchised
turn and sheathed in taut string and tin
and you realize with terror that behind that complex
they already have the snow, shining their cuticles
waiting on the machinery for you to lose consciousness
in every home a computer,
every heart an operating system,
every sky a streetlight.
venting hall wait across for teal to halve with white peach moire
split sixteen filler hum
and hop, hand in the wind, mono eye for windmill
interchangeable as the words in your job title:
Il1, 2Z, 5S, O0
Qide. the best mirrors are unseen
rain on wednesday, snow on thursday;
day ships with night semaphore
REM make a light show or difference
words breathed solid to dissipate, never netted
with clawed fingers evading air for contest's year
3:20 slow motion whisper and broken clock in a pop can (turn around, 2, 4)
rub your shared experiences together to thud on a rotating platform spiral mall,
gnarled polyethylene tails wagging at crossed outgive
then playing full court in a cast, boots and redfinger mitts
with yellowlined paper
written three times with dream erosion (sunning)
sliced bananas, toy fragments in a plastic shell put down twice
the click of opening jerks time forward a column of teeth,
?
evening wave as tracks carve and ebb across another diffused world
on the wet rock below cat richmond in the shade of tv halo
alarm stack, 'movie nite' in the middle
scaling a one hundred foot chain link fence to escape in winter,
i've done this before (contentment syndicate applause)
liberation is mugging and jigging
in a giant gold watermelon for preteens in minivans
patriots know which bombings to cheer for
sanctity of life, makeup, new and improved skin melting action
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branch glass ripples and feedback
flattened against a wall talking sideways
something that bleedingedge shrapnel technology can't solve.
mandatory leatherbound chains. we'll see whose ghost faces share an eye
when they pave a church for a best buy, pawning
gardens for pillars for prophets for kings for invisible hands
tearing pages from flipbooks sunk in plastic bags
compact handful of ribbons unravelling radio face
pluck a stippled list with rippled fist (soapstone)
fix mist in paper cheeks braced for time's trickle and displaced wrists
tossing torn smudges of a plasticine sandcastle into one of many dustbins
grain by grain until my arms are so weighted,
fingerpaint dries pinkedged and sleepmouthed
eating heels and peel paint shrug in a partial parking lot, the last for miles
and locking to perpendicular tire irons
when snow floats on string around the exhale of unseen.
it's my own defined and combined opposition and compromise
that constrain the wavered tangles that fuse and collapse each moment
a burning log pylon with pillars ascending and foam to ash,
queue clearing review
support the troops
cls
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they were hollowed out,
their cut yellow cages too endless to lift
they were not there.
the dirt inside their skin
went too deep to forgive
that's three more points on the board
you must be steel to live by the sword
and darkness slowly covers the floor
then i walk home
and night floods the paths ahead
and each step to relive
and start tomorrow.
the blank inside my skin,
too cold to forgive
that's three more points on the board
you must be steel to live by the sword
and darkness slowly covers the floor
let's roll
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