blink and you are
twirling like a pinwheel
under the sun which opened itself
like a fungus
... the pollen spores
and the poison
nulldom
I try to find utterness
out of the dustbin wake life
just a twitch in the eyelid of time
thoughts which own
no words
or point of clarity
poke the ground with sticks
and drag their feet like no
tomorrow will come
and save it from self destruction
you are away
scarring the desert sky
reticence lying in the sand
... and there is no purple-hued heart
aching under the dry leaves there
just the piercing of the rainbow colored bee sting
turning the corner fast
staring into the faces of the rain-gutter children
flowing like the blossoms of the exhaust pipe
garden
spreading the fingers of the oil leaking into
cryptic puddles
how trite
tripping down
the catastrophic staircase
cold in the shape of a wine glass
bright mind sun
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