damn these harmonies in my line of strings on hard crush rock
with pericardium curls on huffing pearls in starfish swells
under the murmur of light water and octopi footing--
a startled canopy pocked by blue heron can openers, toes popping
before the vetiver strain compounded a zither in a cistern
Siddhartha hawing on a deck of cards counting backwards
through the temple clouds of forage, in the end, with keys
and the tumbleweeds tumbled to poison sky of brushes painting
damn these species breeding in the naked lounge of acting crass
with parietal battle and the trampoline of a stretched limo
above the sterile hunger of heavy chatter and grunting
upside down, the synesthete's bough, negative space
a bright yellow trauma, the black-eyed buzz of commas
a blue two, orange four, a waxwork chanteuse blind with hats
a flop splat with the danger split of Ghent
on a lime-cream chair from Coco Chanel
in an alcove turret overlooking Bruges
a slaughter from Belfast of spaniels
warlord, chanting old collusion
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