Friday, January 7, 2022

Spider Balcony

surgical spider steel glass
hollow legs perfect at fine tasks
dilate extricate from threads and webs
calculate a crack on thin line when vertical
plane the grain away with wing-dusted refrains
needles hid in fingertips of gloves hit veins
pinching jade leaves— kills pain


aurora comes again to orbit
from each ear telescoping
infinitesimal lobe-wiggle like a disturbed sponge
tab on his tongue woad on his skin
what the fuck is about to kick off
throw a spark plug at a windscreen
empty parking lot in concrete drab


Liminal lovely lune—
Phrixus' lambent lambswool loom.


meniscus transmissable lensing and flares
null degree atmosphere cold doesn't care
infinitesimal snowflakes form and unform and crystallize
these wide-lofted bare skies
glare from the wings of the morning gold and bare



Counting coup while salting your shoes
we don't what is wrong with you.
You shout about phantom threats
when you left the house such a mess?
Why must you so perseverate,
on Election Day you slept too late.
Just get a grip, get over it
the rest of us are sick of your shit.



like a school of dimes turning see her silver inside
cascading curls flashing penny-red drip
luscious from her head like hydrangeas
long muscles tendony narrow athletic and lean
Lo-fi Fashion Casual, fine and refined
diamond eyes: Not much left to do but die

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