static radio, plastic patio, styrofoam handshakes
Revolving Doors
..
endless tiles on the floor
i remain glued down
eyes trained to the motion detector
sand grains under comforters
AC doesn’t obey
cables like tightrope
refrigerated perishables are safe kept
static radio, plastic patio, styrofoam handshakes
lovely, thirty-day teardrops crisp to shapes
outer circles like stoplights and pedestrians
weave around the perimeter
room number?
these paintings are like Rorschach tests
bottlenose dolphin
or desert skies and empty telephone booths
from elevator 2, someone screams words
that don’t exist
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Sister can’t recall the last time she visited
She resides in the garden, hides in wheat stalks
That permeate the golden plain
Pricky fuzz doesn’t tear her skirt, she swallows it
yeast is the foundation
essential nutrients, vitamin d is a hallucinogen
petals in her palm each time i counted to thirty and couldn’t find her
these are the hands that raise upward and signal to the driveway
while red wine bleeds from vending machines
fuzzy radio scratches.
tap water emits microscopic minerals from Terra
tile,
static,
petals,
Room
The Vase is a centerpiece
it needs tall sprouts and a decoration on the underside
Sister on the farm
Static on the radio
Countless tiles here
Fuzzy conversation
I get caught in revolving doors
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