My sister is a river
And I'm a figurine
Made from the dust of my brother
And midribs of maple leaves
Dad had his clinics in dead malls
Dispensing destinies
Out on the knife of Virginia
Cutting Kentucky and Tennessee
My sister says there is a next life
But no one I know will be there
I'll have seven senses and singing rings
Hallucination hydrangeas
Erupt in the reverse breeze
Men in these parts fenced their gardens
With the skeletons of Cherokees
In bands of static
The cries of vile guys
She'd find in dives and bring on back to the attic
Meat to sate the howling shades that
Wait in tesseractic shadow
Dose the wine
And flash that awful smile
When the fear floods into their eyes
“I don't feel right”
I don't feel right
Deflecting hexes
The vengeful dead
Those scumbags wept
And bled when
They look into my secret eyes
They'll rot on top of ziggurats for eons
And wake up in bed with strange wives
God
A girl
Her pearls
Dead worlds
We're hurtling through
Days generated by rules
Written in dazzling rooms
Every black hole sings the tune
I'm composing
Sad and lovely
And it's nothing
Really nothing
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