working on still raw.
Melting into affinities
did not stop a spread of relish
where angels slip
up to the top
and rinses pyromancer
with pith and panty
cavorts with cavalry
stick and stock
where beanblossom aerodromes
and resistance leaps into the red
at crazy beauty in tissues of lies
hungry for my head.
Quiet. Quiet.
Arch Medea
the all and none
has gone to bed.
But the plant still moves
to every touch
it knows the hammer
buried in gold
and rim to rod
that fiery flush.
Squid squad screw
alar alew.
Alices chores
are torus tore
from cutters bowl and weevil
holy confusions medieval.
Falling through force
of pressure wound
around and around
blinkered bounds
what rocks to fill
with hunters hounds
beating the bush
beating the bush.
Where birddog found
sound in crown
in league with rhymes
retrieval.
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