Pilot Frenzy

Raw creosote on parched lips
Lime powder and aftershave
On the cracked sandal of Egypt
I sour at the idea of clarity

I am descended of a written bark
A bulb tricked into summing shares
Her porcelain carpet of red hair
With eruptive displays of trickery and conceit

She is a pillar
Wet skin stretching across granite
Rodent coral well sewn and placed
A regal woman on rubber soles

Together we are steel sapling chariots
Decked with fiery arc
Shaded by an electric guillotine
Feathers held in wax, a pilot frenzy



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