Her coppers whiskey-full tumblers and better
To suffer peripheral vision is not enough an
Old position perpetual emotional she hammer
Stole the thunder from my imagination a mind-
Full goliath until every body comes home no more
…Fist fighting or counting shattered roses music
Is blood on white feathers every second hesitant
This snowman sunders in well-lit residences it
Showered at sunset though sans lightning teeth
A murder of gentlemen crowds one out of view
The tips of fingers slip apart in the shuffle the
Problem of ego she loves me abased on a fence
Makeshift and with none of the common decadence
Deadlocked past tense never alone attended am i
By falling star climbing a killer’s smile to heaven
While a tiny jungle is made of careful maps scarred
In primary palate along her honeyed inner thigh
* * *
Indeed this love was a brass and glass construct
* * *
Lures hang in the trees from where i come and you
Will know me by the great mounds of fishwife tears
Lining the rivers and following bank to shore of sea
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“fishwife tears”