glass locomotives

echo goes something like
echo goes something likesomething my go somethings like echoes lie something
like this:



it's a well-sodden season
already saying
what postcards say.

mortgaged black holes.

silken logic will either escape or strangle,
depending.




a string
of moments
of clarity
piles



shatters,
a procession of glass locomotives.



"Please remain seated."






build me a creature who:

chews neuroses
in trash-compactor mouth

efficiently peels back sweet skin-ripple

deflects all-weather eye glint
sees thru Crest-white smile and


is un-simulated in a storybook
but is sometimes on the radio



my god ain't a lawyer.
my god is the law.





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