Angels in the Carburetor
the meat of a car
the boneless brisks
visual heartkey
pavlovian advertising
3 days rations on an artificial knee
the oceans beefing up their blue
the opposite of blush--
partial paralysis
no way to see level from
whales stitching the ocean, eyebrow highways like
slug trails phosphorescent & slickery
surrendering beneath the buckle of a personal interstate
a tavern too friendly
empty boxcars the cerebellum stumbles across
12 volt sidewalk a 4door mask
someone climbing out of the football
dead pickle shadows
grooming my finger
cultivates the beach, the beak, the gasoline
of dreams too fast for cattle collapsing the
animated plywood in peacock combat of genetic glossalia,
methedrine sign language through a footthick window
taxiing into the waiting shell game of flea powder
& bedrooms too warm for breakfast
popping under the weight of parcel post
since it wont fit anyone of this topography,
grandpa pulling the keys from his ear
& an army of scarlet kerchiefs
inhaled by black metal trees, bearded pearls,
hot coffee instead of a hat
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