Pulley is rhyme
that accretes like slough
carries me off
toes sunk in at edge
where sand makes mud
and up, it comes
the plank piratical
up to nose and noose
lusts for breaking things
battered and loose.
The hidebound
holy wounded
ancient hinge —
dead ends in stacks and stacks
del sagrado corozon
horror and stern
like an iron mask.
Morning light
releases a refugee
blows like a fire eater
into the overbright.
Hostages provocateur
infiltrate, as incoming
treachur-ly empaths
stalk the undone.
As madness
and money dread
graces killing the sun.
Yet scruples extol,
like chess-with-death, flower
bandy and bounty
bad birds bright into bed
where near misses (like kisses)
ring out the undead.
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