the shiny one

 

showers here
import the heat
in caverns

quiet, electric
distant throats

the signs connect
a page
in crystalline
interiors,
in warmed up
thorny wires

a motor saddled man
makes voices
sound outside
the air. what he does
is in a space
in two, on a bed
with wooden pillows
for the news. a cage
in video, a snuff –
intentions
of a hungry ghost.

fuses
that a public
runs into
make fronts
for feet
in networked
stars along the bottoms
of a trial. boxes
make the ceiling
big,

a feast
intends
like light
the willow wears
a plastic skin
for cause,
the radio
delivers
in the rain
that any night
belongs, a heated
shore

the lake
is carved
in lightning
for the morning
that a dragon fly
makes sleep
move into waves

the price
of people
in the plastic shoot
turns fall
for space,
a mobile
that the presence
of a mood
of walls
makes solid
for a turn

they run a camp
to make the desert
call for bridges,
any time
around casinos
in the gate
that feeds the statue
with a bird,
a stick,
the heat
that floods a double
on a train
arrives, without
a trail

countless colors
for a border
integrated kiss, cut off
the store
that planets
green with distances
in aching
ovals, all
arriving west
to graft
in clicks
the morning
pulls
the herd
of menaces

its better lost
and deadened
in the aftermath
of sentimental
hallways
full of moving
floors
along the personal
discovery of laws
that shape
a palm, the net
of goggles
made of stone
to see the ruins
of the truly gone

i make a mouth
more empty
for the fish
that hook
into the words
that float, mud
can speak the other
name that cracks
the ball,
planted
on a ladder
that will break

the digit splays
in bundles
in a mouth,
a television
momentarily
invisible,
outside
along the acres
of initializing
nights, together
on the plank
that writing
puts into
a home

its memory
is viral, and on time,
written in
to steal
a wooden idol
for defections
that belong
to accidents
for kites that leave
and falling knives
that hide
within a breath

 

 

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