Steel
wool blast of grass, sea grass
crippled
poodles swoon on Lido deck
Rays
coming full-force, in false tenor
wind
chimes climb the breeze
branches
grow following invisible paths
currents
through the density of air
Cut-rate
salads look like photograph
good
enough to stuff down with tv magazines
dine-asty,
travesty, blank mastery, diary of
incantatory
slander landing
Hot
tar balls on tin toys annoyed
Sailing,
keep sailing
stumble
in swastikas
four
way crown, paper kites on china
a
flake of gold, cleaned to a hum
tooth
lost in a drawer when you moved
my
little mouth a mineshaft
to
the bottom of the glass
cat's
cradle able to clash with the best of them
land
crabs, they called us
guitar
squeal highlights tension
the
hands of Hessian vultures
swoop,
swoop, swooping
They
call this a quadrant
we
know it's a grouping
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