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Singing in The Fire


Caught a fish,
down your
wishing well pants

mining for body parts,
treasures
of the tameless.

Holy hellions,
alighting alighting
dynamiting.

Skully wags
and skidmarks -
vitals thresh
and gloom.

Restless masks
of Venus rally,
balk and line
with the subdivine.

Timeless borderless
my damnation alley!

Singing in the fire -
dangling off
Doge's bridge of sighs

jump jump
to channels below -

Ah, to be caught
in your mouth, fishing
for a waterfall.

Weep-ably she moans
honed into, atones
beside the phone

where your tire
hit the tree.

Stygian blue
both dark and true

bubbling
doubling
out at sea.

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One response to “Singing in The Fire”

  1. rattling nice spot to read

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