sky 7 pm is stone-cold blood orange classic/dateline is august.
way
over
thirty
now.
nightmare green shrubbery screams lurid/leers over
neat
garden
walls.
shops lucid freezer of infinite frost & blind condensation
glows like red delicious wine/like refinery sunset.
obviously
I
love
the teenage girl at the till/pale & small/pink flashes
in
her
hair.
shines white like Creation/like delicious red wine.
her
vest
is
a
toy . . . naked sober mind the product of New Intentions
that have blown equilibrium to powerful hell.
I
a
Reformed Monster.
wake
a
Risen Pyjama
baby heart moved & chilled by any tactile surface.
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