Pallid yellow walls,
there is ice on my knuckles-
and smoke in void rooms.

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Water under rocks,
thoughts thin as the stretched shadows,
and icy bird baths.

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Tall twitching willows,
burst like a roman candle;
nobody's mad here.

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Shadow-black fence posts,
like erect archaic spears;
pierce the shifting sun.

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Blue Indian gods,
flicking candles, dead incense,
oh, my screaming skull.

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That cracked lemon moon,
that mellow, unblinking eye,
got scratched by the trees.

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Cold black TV wires,
snaking by these scratched up walls,
snowflake static floods.

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Cracked window, chewed plants,
sleep in this empty theater,
dream the doorstep dream.

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Match-head manicure,
flick a switch and they're all gone,
step right up, step right...