biding my tiger

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biding my tiger ( regit ym gnidib )

 

i’m biding my tiger
& watching the paint drive

 

sows up the wall
beneath grey clowns

 

i’m writhing a leper
& dotting the clocks

 

spotting a cow
in fissures of speech

 

i’m foaming a penfriend
& ghosting a goblin

 

sipping sweet sups
of rosy lee’s coffee

 

in this old house sparrow
i glisten to rainfall

 

in lightning’s bright absence
& your unicorns

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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