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Thigh after thigh brushing a proud
perimeter of orange cones oblong
heavy bottoms upended rocking boxy
open noses swayed
metronomes settling lilting caution
tape to tripwire.
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Flooding
For JS3
A storm trickling to the sewage
depths reassembling back up into
a body encroaching the surface
in oversized singing bowl tones,
rippling manhole cover dances
above the road lips splashing one
side at a time in uneven restraint.
The cold metal
hyphen unlocking
a fire door bristling
their strained back stooped
over the descending stair
case hung arms supporting
a sofa's knobby feet nudged
forward other side arising level
from its slant fingers worming
around
tapered corners.
UFO
Whipping propellers holding
a copter hovering an arms
lunge from rooftop lips, breezing
in the scrunched
faces of a porch
dwelling audience
awestruck at the unmoving
intruder overhead. No operator
nor logo is visible through the dusk’s
orange smothering on its glass panes.
The touched get ripped from their twigs into the steady, viscous twister.
The other leaves bop with death metal fervor, flopping wild to shared impetus.
