A Wild Tail

A Fortune Teller

With a Wild Tail

Gazes into a Whale’s I

For it has no Future


Up on a Bridge

Overlooking Dark Ridge

Mountains of Televisions

Screens Snowing Static White


Metals Leached

Out from Bone Beach

With Oxygen Magnets 

Until Truth Becomes Lie


In the Forest

No One Adores Us

Just Poached Hearts

And Fasting Starless Skies


At the Factory

Machines Talk Politics

Hiccup and Chirp

On the Eve of the End of the Line


Words Fight Words

Sentences Fear Fragments

Vowels Throw Stones

At Conjugated Verbs 


When the Sun Slips

And Even Evening Loses its Grip

Only Then

 Can the New Dawn Rise

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