anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Friday, July 31, 2020
mmm
fragment
naturally i dream
when the sun beats
like a pelt against
my window screen
______________
__________ hence
i am not octagonal
(but i am nocturnal)
living two floors
above the courtyard
of desire shoves
its puny fist into
_____________
the garden hose
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