switch burnt talon bed
what has your rent dissolved, what easy
ocean says your foam embattled mouth
takes care of cells, the last impression
burning Big Foot frozen into snow
what word
curled up the battery that burns
and cuts through bony stalls, red horses
drink their fields in finished sentences
they ride all day, school bottoms turned
with openings in reddened cream —
dropped with orange crates and some
deformed remark, wicked pictures stored
with wads, packed letters — hot with
hanging bulls, their blooded floor after
a fight, rimmed instead, they were
inside the boat that heads this bomb
to wear your death, separate love around
the word that ends. raining rotted socks
in beaches, whales, attachment
solid switches turned their onion talk
to bleed all wishes, all their burnt joint halves
with underwater pearls pulled up
from shallow military cakes
and won with knives, their dust, instead
heart deterrence gate, throb it
Way that hanging is not spelled, washes
lines in separate Xs — neat rows of corn.
without a face, never beaming water
out the spill, to weaker drones around
its softened ash, wearing dreams together
Death — some more giraffes, what seems
to go around my blood, around the skull
that letters crash into with memory, their
magnet leaks. wearing drums, steam
because this waits into the neck-bone,
sheriff done what is . . . Dead. no
reason
to improve the metal, faces crane this ache
to wonder, steams the bone inside the CPU
in oceans borrowed — ripped through under-
water rain, what’s enemy to wear, what’s
oven walking is — no mind, no gate, no
stopped delivery in talk and wrinkled go —
with steam, a brick from 1890, canes all
washing dust, the mortuary letter goes
through poverty. in pressed up sand,
the desert grips your flattened state to each
this fossil, weapons drone around a patch
of heads
definition of S dream code — Panamá sew — snake warmer
grown to give this gun
to you that sings
around another metal grip
inside the stall that goes
against the marker that has cuts
and calculates their known
deception, something ran
instead around the parked
encircled disks. wagon, tent
was all that heard, no mouths
were twice together found or
borrowed in the ceiling of
another torso promising this
twice together head, this push
through veins that gives your
death another word, another
his, another whipping rain
with any arm and any end
finished — pocketed amount
that goes around the dust
inside their word, their forest
cut like wounded deer in sights
they have you down around
the bear that stole and bit
no wash, no jail in beaming what
had nothing in this earth
to speak the level of their tongue
that is all known, and all the S
that Panamá has had in hand
with me, I dream you were
my heart all sewn
together by their was
and is is known
right now
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