“Years Ago”
It was years ago
and I remember stomping fish
at the bottom of a barrow
I remember afternoons
your pearl-sealed secrets
your auburn hair glowing downy rain
to eager lamps of platitudes
woodpeckers of fortune
who follow the fallow of an eve
the tallow of circumspection
to bright brakes, cleaned hornets
to follow your phantom
to shotgun alleys, cleaned corners
to the razor of fortune,
to the gizzard of coalesce,
witches, all of us:
the smell of burning hair
the pressing of fangs at your wrist,
it’s hard to see through electrical tape
on other planets, to other futures,
but we the robots deep inside, all of us.
nicholauspatnaude 
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