in its vein swollen with indigo
the twenty-something cyclist wind tunnel swift
the legless beggar defying stump existence

elbow-to-elbow-cheek-to-cheek
with half chewed metaphors
waiting to sprawl to beach

I their emancipator/executioner
watching with diffidence their fetal sacks
paralyzed on the blotter/devoid of kick

calling to my prosthesis
to release their tongues sautéed in situ

simple machine/barrel on the blotter
silent scroll/a dormant hand

separate/indistinct
twin spoons in sack
waiting for snoring fingertips
to break water.


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