Siamese

 

Crescent, as it's twin. Hit awkward heads

in-clement weather; like hats when we were younger,

stitching shadows to make us taller

 

reports to the windows: two sticks

and fire nature innovations.

invitation, invents an 1812 credence that stems

like a star in the mouth of your trial.

 

Are there lines in the eyes of a copyright child?

 

Body promise machine oscillation, viscera and

burnt wire smells the rich cyanide glare

Harbored by conquered for ten winters long,

five minutes at a time.

 

Fracture, so ironic, so undeniable, so hypnotic

tonic drum machine rocket

shows and hammer parties.

 

dear guard, did my strobes affect the marching band?