“Drag Me in Before the Rains”
Forests bristle at the one dart
to the center of our foreheads
is the only option for potions
it’s hot furniture, kissed to the doves
I knocked back powdered ridges,
fell through falls, shimmering water
they barbecued your lawns
a haunted scarecrow
from a distant planet
when planes thrash and the spaceship hardens in disaster
pull out of battles, juiced spear,
barbed battering ram
speaking love in the shade of blouses
desires infestations, to crash
spaceships at some point beyond rash
half will survive this time warp
mirror a bottle brain, a finger in a test tube
a future recreation of each forest
of every bloodied-lip dawn.
nicholauspatnaude 
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