UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT
A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
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A map in the shape
Of a kite scans over
The land it paints
Nodding to the strings
That no one sees
Though they be de-
tached–God’s hand
Nevertheless
Beats me tirelessly
Raised from the smutty toaster of death … . At Five A.M., already drinking stale beer With Lucifer’s sunny switchblade at your throat While the neighbor with the bad cough Jumps rope at the humming edge of the world … . I should have... Continue →