selling temporal chimera chances

to pomegranate gelatin golems
in apricot bouncing helmets

sed sequuntur
terrae sanctae usualis
nutriunt malae
sunt etiam
alii qui nihil
talibus cibum sumere

it tastes welcome
and for many years
the tiny single box shelves
lining the walls
had been filled with apricots

the fur yellow fruit wall
is no tart
no giver of delicious choices
under threat of moral decline

the council of thieves
had learned to mimic
a divine official
their boots showed
delicate fishes
centipedes
and forks
all become one
in their council's emblem

and near the set of pale
blue tiled cubes
where they met
in the sandy desert
set central to the forest

eef neeted
bending palm trees
the image is our salad
beach anywhere
combing and combining
flotsam

triste replacing trieste
while wrist overruns
the rampant frass
we are baked in holiness
the thieves toasted
in private

barricades
could be grown over
as a monument
in the thin wind and drool

camels nest in jumbled
felt cubes
suspended from the rafters

with the apricot flesh
of martyrs
who chose to do nothing
because there is nothing
qui contrarium calumnias
anarchy speaks
of many directions

soft and possible eggs inside
large enough for shoes
and all of it
no sly fox gears
that compartments
milk comportments

and most of none
that it would lovingly comb out
the heavy jeweled fleas
from its long shaggy apricots

the poem is granite
and smeared with chrome gelatin


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