The Maws of Kites


The Moon stared down on Prometheus

Dragon snap droplets 

Splash toes. Ripped cruelly

From tender stems–

Pressed between eye and lid:

Lightning fire

Where the buildings reach for the sky

The buzzard fishes bills

It hears the sun rising

The knoose necked stranger jokes from the scaffold

Plunges the audience’s expectations

The lever sticks

This time next week.

Another blunder swept under.

A predator’s patience boundless perches

Marrow and Mariners diamonds and emeralds

Pollen perched on playful breeze

One must build the tent before the trapeze

Thoughts?

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