The land-once pulled tight across

The Humdrum Epicurean

The land-once pulled tight across

Now tarries on descent

The canyons, craters, the crust is crowned

Magma still pulses the deep

//

Rapid to myters

stall the keyboard

soaked in tequila and gin.

//

Dried upon the sides of a foldable chair

straighten-

The sheets of an army boy’s queen

//

A world of grief annulled

If Oedipus stopped

To shake hands at the crossroads

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