crumb-bard

amort on the market floor

blued under tarpaulin

the rain on wiggly tin shelter how

concrete stained

crumb-bard beckoned

basal breath nude and strange  join

the oily apex

bruise in the caviar sky

shanty made her this disciple of

the grafting poor

those veins cruciform tracks to carry

from inflamed circuitry

from this crinoline knot

peace in fugue

suffocate halogen stop flocks love is stuck

and in the sponged sky

a plucked nerve

touches brick-red plumes of mist alight

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