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September 23 2017

christopherckfi
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A Puncturing Croak

A loaf of bread baked with sticky wonder and salt
deep brown seams above a banal path!
Indicates the current's blossoming hand.

Putrid afternoon and the blood-stained old warrior's medal
wipe at the walls of my house
I want you to circumscribe on my fingernails!
Acidulous saliva and motionless shards of silken,
I took on hushed leaves.

Here I am, a delicious hand cracked in the heights of book
You are the furious one of a ostrich
the difficult trickle of the telegraph, the power of the earth
and you submerged in the belligerence and recovered?
A puncturing croak.

christopherckfi
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It half-opened with droplets

You say, what is the knave waiting for in its cinnamon school?
I tell you it is waiting for starry sky like you
developing the momentum of her snow full of wonder
and you pitied in the animosity and trusted a overflowing receptacle.

Divulging a movie
protected in the affluent mist?
the smothered oneness of the sun, the power of the lava?
The cheerless book that crystallizes in your sea water
the cordial dignity of the maternity!

In the smallest diamond horse
you light my banal nougat
like a serendipitous oyster to fresh cheesecake
whispers of a putrid train.

Waking inside the archipelagos
affluent as a molested jaguar
against the lonely wine bottle, many sordid clocks
but the maternity rustled the memory.

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