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Poetry


BloodHot Mineral Planet
Adam Strauss

 

Bewildered by blue, beryl brought him to a cusp. There was so much needed doing. There is so. Much. Slinked off, fox teeth as they flash the only remnant. Amber obsession works into a bezel. Obsession, midway to extreme. Cream flows, jumps banks, reams the earth a new bed. Without humans, or jaguars, geology ain't sexy. Shake, baby, shake. Tongues are sticking out, like freeze framed chameleons catching bugs. Blood has become so electric it must be plugged in. Blood barges all over geology, like barf from some hungover sod. Metaphysical quakes crumple façades. Hawk them like spitwads, Gods.

 

 

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