“Dart Targets”

8 Jan

“Dart Targets”

The choice is your misery

below you I spit

gurgling blood

runaway again, my horses sincere

in a carriage made of bones

warm journey

through the soul of a rodent

call the flood back to this cave

breed me a cyclops

a dinner end deserted star

coal evenings

burned your name to this bracelet

broiled from the evening sun kiss

lemon-scented, pill-bleached

delivery to inhuman moons,

baler of destroyed pianos

sonnet-stripper of devilish whims

toxic bricklayer of departed vistas

your watery hands rowing

belt of the reef.

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