Pinball Locust
bloodthirsty ponderings distracting me
from shade cast by your skin. Fruit
hulking behind each misstep.
I harken to no bell. Oil seals
marked bricks. Coatmann's
partition harpoons the lampshade:
I shake debt the shame implicit
in the coachman's whips,
alert in the graffiti on the pulpit,
obsidian. Wallow the quip,
harness the hiccups, ventriloquist
omnipotent.
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