‘what’s with these homies
dissing my girl’
aquine anonymity
a seahorse dries itself
on a cactus
*
around the castle's ruins green grass
*
blue sky
every end of summer
staring at it
the way water
a dead pigeon
moves through trees
*
overcast
a song thrush’s anvil
the sound of
the bottle
demolition workers
empty again
*
Salvador Dali - Seahorse
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