Pick Pocket Faithful False Weariness
headlights illuminate ecstatic vocal cords
clean out your shirt collar before the dresser,
our winds will break the dawns words be drawn,
heavens hand clap a lone tree falling in the streets,
too much saturation our needs below reaching phantom,
your cloudy heads pillow for my eyes to follow majestic,
unbutton the projectors faithful ambivalent weariness,
our packages twist shouting over yonder rear window hills,
a blooming of grand vermilion rendering alphabetical tears,
leaves say lost to the pricking finger’s reply of found,
I’ve taken to lingering on your tongues ancient staircase,
repeating affirmative nouns four times to prove waters importance,
we pick pocket tanks main drag valley gay giggling,
caustic and heavy determination burns though stale dark air,
devotion of necks nape rejoins the twins of horoscope playing cards,
we false imprison a sands line,
every time an ice cube dies warmly,
out here where all false things hope to be.
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