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Hungry Beaks

from The Poverty of Language by ANTIBLISS

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Galvanized and glazed and looking hastily enhazed,
Out frosted window covered spattered,
With the slow pitter patter of a warm afternoon’s rain.
Eyes droop like an old man’s buttocks.
Skin tinted the slightest bit green.

White light lingers in vision separated by a bog of toxic fumes.
Abortive puddles of mud where weary eyes unspawned.
Thick air drip like molasses.
Perennials picked too soon before they’ve bloomed.
Crows carry cold aroma,
Apathetic death,
Feeding hungry beaks,
Bolting down from their formations,
Over wires in city streets.

Century slow crawl.
Melt away, day-to-day,
Voices’ indecisive distrophy.
Cyanide smile poison like anesthetic.
There, but not really there.
Defeminate dolls disgust the body.
Water under bridge dehydration.
Stalactic puncture skin.

Oh sweet body spawned in malicious mud.
Locked into rain-spatter rhythm.
Chin-hairs grow through wither walls,
Of paper-thin contraceptive.
Dead fish eye flick tears rinse
Glazed fingernail in blood of kids.

I tape me eyelids to my brow,
Prevent myself from sleeping sound.

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from The Poverty of Language, released December 30, 2016

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