Peacock by Brandon Shimoda

after "could" by Lisa Pasold


Get in, the
Brighter
Lights the

Transmission the
Strike, swell of meats weathering
Together

Gargoyles winter in the lush
Like
Sand, the scavenge

Strikes, the hickory
Of
Prejudices

Collapses the chain
Of arms
Gather, get

In the lights, ropes of tails grace
The water as
Voodoo

Swarm sees
The edits in
Grease

Water penance in circle
Li-
Chen, the familiar

Tense solarized
Models
At

The counter
Careless
Invention, weathered

Meats in the
Swell, take this eye
Let from the casing

I meant history when
I let
History

Be bound
In victory string
Peacock

To get her involved
Or
Involute

Could darkness into silhouette
Come, in
Lush, winter

Removes the source
Stuck
To the neck

Wrangled the very
Meat you
Stalled again