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The crescent shrieks,

A creeping cloak of cloud

Irks over the lip of rusty humps

Sand so slender; the pores suck it up

And feet become satiated with heavy bloated beach

 

Waves hesitate

Click forward and back again,

My tongue rises to fall and I bite at it all,

Plump cushion of boscage

Mustard yellow and croaking green

Puff outlandishly; a big hilly scene,

Cutting their hairy heads against the moon strewn sky

It mooches out, ever over the horizon

A lazy cuddle on the blackened highs

Inhaling ruptured lights and snorting out frog filled soot

Green sneeze and fortune find; over sod and soil.

 

The wall ends there

A rigid page of gritted matt black

I pick at the edges and tuck them into my skirt,

Billowing wombs with juicy flirt

I weigh down over thee

A fallen winter tree,

Bark and bathe in me

Rise, and be enslaved to me.