DRECK

CLARE KELLY

REFRACTED COHERENCE

limp dick trawlers on the vine
torn open like a ketchup packet

time collapsing over hills
a muzzling rain

peace the bird’s eye view
lipstain on the echo

ruby throated
I languish the daze

hell licks its hounds
a little more lemon


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quantum tangles by the Barbizon

The Soul’s Journey Toward Its Parking Meter

a greedy whore with the out-of-focus vision
of an untended overhead projector

they eat bread made by hands they’ll never see

the rule of two-one-four
a candied metronome

Clare Kelly