Friday, November 17, 2017

day THREE HUNDRED and TWO

belay the night / last
operating
device to final friend

when plants rule
again
choking

out
the singularity
of our mechanized
union

i will send
a final instant message to sin

dear verdant abyss

series of blinks
man in the shadow of a hoe

the vines the
leaves the petals

win

honey on a fifth
wheel trailer tongue
no one

to move the comb

- Paul Koniecki

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