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the encyclopedic rise of pliny the elder

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the black plume is an eyebrow

a cursory glance to the sacrosanct of stabiae

these are sulphur blades

to carve modern ruins of lungs

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atropos is a phantom limb

arcing the cutter’s sheets like a torn nail

my morbid sketch waits in the fringe of a sheoak

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I’m the confession of a cornered fox

a beautiful embellished ending

there is truth in the nib for just a beginning

each earthen vessel a prelude

tied to an anatolian mine

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a tongue of vinegar

a baleful corrode

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it speaks upon curated faces

powdered tones of sandalwood and pearl

barbarian lambs

hollow as plaited osiers

stellar fires dying a delayed light

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weighted as water skins

apparitions of catacombs call from connubial beds

galena is in the ground with our beaten slaves

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zippo season

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the king’s court is pleading

blood on the seams

stitch yourself inside a sylph being

the women are required for pain and levitation

counterbalance the scene

old sailors historically tied the flies of artistic labours

trading knots for poetry and tears

always remember to yell heads when fatal objects slip from above

in the parlance of mechanists

it may be prudent to forge a masculine man

despite the butterflies betraying your manly stance

house curtain cue

grime and calloused outlines weep from vertiginous heights

the dancers perspire on a blade of artificial light

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salt of a child

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soft butter beaches carry scriptures of the feet

escorting insouciant halos syphoning inebriated needs

I hope you’re hand in hand for the ride

condensed in two days

the collective evaluation

on the oceans we’ve played

If you find yourself alone

raise your palm to the sun

wave to an old friend

the cosmic joker offers an end

prisms jailing minor glimmer crystallize on the skin

four billion years before helios swallows the sorrows of rips and pulmonary tides

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bakelite filibuster

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between static hiss

analogue winds carry wire tumbleweeds

turpentine cowboys ride bareback copper beasts

lassoing luddites with technological fears lamenting the changing world of microwaved dirt

the words are to stoke the furnace while the answers sleep

they’ll catch up the way tinnitus spooks ears

quasi helium graffiti

some bothered to see

some distant pilot

gleaning antimatter rantings from temper’s slipstream

the bulbs are burning out

ignite the apostle

knee deep in arcing filaments

tired

crazed

revered

elbow the new era

gunpowder punch draconian beards

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tom rode pick-up for falling cowboys

reins in hand

gap between his teeth

appeared like a frost on christmas eve

swag and two blue healers

running angry circles at the mention of tourists

he was prone to peripatetic feet

there’s no water or topsoil in kupa-piti

just precious stones houses half buried and holes

holes for missing persons

opals have a way of making persons missing

travel a road that splits the arid in two

corrugated as iron

chalk dry

he won’t be there when you arrive

I imagine when he smiles

colts still gallop from the gap between his teeth

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I will blind the world with prism and sun
seduce with self-image while stealing data from the mind
bend light and truth
grind curious Angels to dust
build human dependence on addiction and lust
lead you to rainbows of broken glass shattered by your innocence of quasi ethics and trust
this is your immaculate prison
between tomorrow’s dwindling intravenous feed and the ever swelling past

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migrate the bass

southerlies of frigid wrecks

what do you offer fresian pastures

kilowatt harvest

green blades knife the milk sky

graziers broken perennial life

canine sirens sound their passing

the windflowers are feeding city lights

conspiring in bottle necks and telephone wires

you brought no good news from the treacherous strait

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© David Sichler