Homeward. Appendage in tepid bath water. Soothes the iron out
Of flames shimmering from rags wetted in gasoline. FLAMES. Lick
Up from bath water, accosting waves teetering like the American opinion
Postage is lyrical.
Postage is assumptive. Coming forth, text is trained
By the mind deciphering sentence formation. Left to right.
Write a letter, postmark sentence formation
In lyrical punctuation.
Before the mirror, blue-shirt and collar propped to soothe shoulder hunch, where a sigh rolls scapulas, allusive in fashion but fascinated by conformity to welcome the left to right description of familiar insignia. Street march to deliver lyrical postage.
Here’s the promise of forever kisses.
There’s the angry stamp of approval.
Banks were busted and tagged last night.
Windows spiderweb and catch onlookers
To left reflection. What the flame promised.
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