“Shadow Blanket”
Who is that horrible man?
He’s my best friend.
He used to throw parties
across the scream
between the lungs
blind banks, directionless flowers
the parchment for the deed
sick as the wick,
treacle lazy man river’s locks.
You don’t care about anyone.
You’re a drug addicted to a drug
of the purple storm clouds
of the hail flesh, harebrain triggers
dynamo icicle gateways
ladyblood neck braces
leach swans on an autumn lake.
We sit at the dinner table in the dark
and eat insects
forever the rays absorb
your generation pushed aside,
the brief eclipse
fell off the picking wagon
to the catacomb of cannibals
police cars sing in the distance
however fragile the eggs we protect
control our minds
terrible instincts bitten by sharks
sharpened by religious holidays
when you rocked in the attic
outlasting space travelers
who brought you dancing flowers,
cyclones of mist,
though I lie awake, sister,
when roots
cover the true faces of the birds
the human faces
velvet collusion and veils
we hang glide above the treetops
dusting our frost cantaloupe
to gallop the ruins
of our stereo
made up life
you were the king and the queen
stars sweating your thighs.
nicholauspatnaude 
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