dirty laundry
girls lining the trees
soaked cotton
wet hanging necks
wringed
the horse falling under
this lone world
pools the moonlit ocean and salts my lens
arc lit nights
reveal our fossils mortality
a moment’s echoed canyon
sounds remember when
la luna’s rings reverberates
a new way burns through the old
till smoke clouds the sun
we cannot harness
the mother of life
or return her to the cold
voidness
this gift
my red insides
full of
rare dog fed on
sand
lost in the propellers wake
drunken yelling, pushes come to thrusts
through busted windows, shadowy dreams and iron oxide lusting
I am
losing more from you
then my
trust in feeling
aware
these senses erode
the sand flows over low lands
tall boulders and eyes rolling when
water falls down
her face
rivers become valleys
streams and small creeks
now a mix, flow
soapy trickle
your sick tricks and
fucking cement
makeup
lies never cover
can never compare to
the dirty nature of these
naked truths
what I see with open eyes
and arms extended
you’ll never know
these deep
blue mountain rivers
and the still
tree shaded shores
dammed
by my closed mouth
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