After "Pertinacious" by J K Dick
into wishing lonely lodgers shove stopgaps
bicycles to wince and crease across flawed avenues
thickets swallowing towers sails weighted
misting up quiet waves frayed wind drizzling muggy hours
seastars piss a rhyme right over a hanging tongue of shadow
oh many lights brine the shoals of our handbones' promenade
muffling our eyes the taste of split in the mouths shouts of
ALLELUIA ALLELUIA YOU FUCKER of berry iambic captively opaque
pop and hiss tin fish pressed to oil thinly hinged coils on she sells
sea shells she sells
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