The fish hook lodged in my brain
probes its freakish proximity
with the harpoon throbbing
behind my sternum. Raspberry
gasoline telescopes dazzle
my little boat, ignite kindling
left in parachutes reckless
to merge with clouds. Walnut
lobotomy, your third eye blinks
at my robot’s nutcracker doll
as if trying on scissors wasn’t
enough ecstasy. Excuse me
for asking, but isn’t that
your armed battle tank revving
under my vegetable garden’s
topsoil? Heroic memories
dismantled, we disentangle
the glacial wine of tarot,
thread ripcord lacings of boots
made less for walking.
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