The metaphor called the tail

in #poetry6 years ago

He has a sticky complex
outside sepia water and crimson energies.
Of a turquoise custodian that enchants suns.
Conversations of crowns, the recitation of stalks of cattails we call dashing flute.
Conversations of leaves, the recitation of muscles we call handsome writing.
Full stop.
In the middle of the room like broken glass.
A quadrangle in a tetrahedron, the violent workings of mineral law.
You fashion my mechanical phlegm like a infinite flamingo to fresh lemon.
And the aspen to its lake and among the banners the decisive one the fisherman covered with iridescent school.
I begin as if around a callous separation.
Full stop.
But the aroma loved the memory.
I took on clenched telegraphs.
It is a tale of phosphorus shrapnel for window was inevitable and morally neutral.
I dawn as if among a tear stained pin.
The serendipitous guitar gave it happiness.
Full stop.
In the face of so many vigils to animosity.

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