the royal blue peace glass
the silver sky seen through it
the cat in the scratch silk smock
the cork with the angry face and pushpin arms,
the Brighton beach eyelash babushka,
the pyrite orb cradled by the polished claws,
the button shells from the factory beach,
the cracked plastic heart box,
the arrow on the bed of dried roots,
the painted plaster stone,
the slender gemstone corn cob,
the yellow lamp with its danger bulb,
the tomato couch that comes apart,
the right vessel, lens, tick, stretch
held and coaxed and coaxed and held
the earthy powder that lasts long
night for morning, morning for afternoon
time for time
filtering the
channels
brighton beach eyelash babushka :') headed there shortly. always keeping my eyes peeped for another <3
ReplyDeleteFeels like an estate sale crashing into a fever dream. "Factory beach" <3.
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Deletedanger bulb <3
ReplyDeleteloved hearing the musicality of this one <3 :)
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