Non Sine Sole Iris

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Non Sine Sole Iris

you can smell the wind
in her coat, a Kasabian
bumblebee. an honorable
cannibal. a defective robot.

Pink Lady and a backbone
beat. Yuri Gagarin, a pale
blue dot, in Cloud Cuckoo
Land. finding a magnetic ok.

ambergris, amberjack, pearl
ash, clabber, potash. beckoning
cat, practical. Warhol died in
shadow. he died far from home.

await the return of the Formica
King and keep on smiling. the
distance between, simple as a
crayon drawing. suicidal moth.

sunset too bright, is headache
weather. your key used to fit my
heart, but now I have a deadbolt.
so from obscurity to oblivion...

muted lavender, lilac arrangement.
dressed to death, drawers all empty.
her phosphorescent heart and
magnesium proverbs. recite by rote.

the Daltons burning Guernsey.
it's an Eiffel. Just what we need
more clangers, bangers, bang a
gong and noisemakers around.

trumble thru aether, uncanny
valley. Braxton Hicks. silver
factory workers drone. gardens
of dead people stand all alone.

polyester windowpane, cymbeline
turpentine. the Cardiff Giant vs.
the Piltdown Man. I have nine.
they will settle a gorgeous mouse.