Orifice Clouds

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The spirited heartbreak

Of the witch harpooned

The effervescent moon

Drifting dream beams

The sauce of life

The sauce of the sky

Stars and ravens up so high

I see sleep

And the structures of man

Dust hobbits and wolverine people

Traverse the Earth

I am walking Northbog

Ridiculous perimeters

Sea urchins and starfish

Stop and breathe…

I see yellow

I see an English candy store made of stone

Moss sidings, charming windows

The smell of sugar past the doorway

Cases upon cases of candy

Jars filled to the brim

All the colors of the universe

Cyrillic script on the ceiling

And there again

The man with the plastic hand

Klonking the counter top

Telling stories of lizard people

He swears they are real

A UFO fanatic, too

He talks of their Slavic slant and many moons

The bell on the door trinkles goodbye

I look up to the sky

Peach blue and orifice clouds

Destiny all nonsense now

Like lava in a spaceship

The universe our tablecloth


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