“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.
nicholauspatnaude 
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