Andrew Lundwall – lips

Andrew Lundwall


draping sea tall the wall of suddenly
deeper said glowing come closer
down words after tidal fountains boxes
and ships against the sky stretched this pause
of the jets unmanned the chicken awaits
the machine transparent lips kiss through
the wires dreaming in shades of memories
to reach old spine radiant running a scheme
lips staring an ebb of gems armed with lute
sing a last evocation in drops that lift the dusk
as the dark dog breathes someday sombrely

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