Luna de sangre

I’m a pattern-forming machine  

Ivory appendages  

Powered by gear mechanisms  

Gyro scope on the mend for the time being  

 

 

My baby blues change the frame of the world  

A crystal cruise line that meanders the horizon  

Now see-sick, frame shifts to a rubbish bin  

Bolus expels as the purge takes hold  

 

 

Better now, trudge along the coastline  

All the debris littered, a mine field  

Sad site, seagulls suffocated by plastic junk  

Six pack ring’s destiny,  

Produce a marine rat king  

   

My bio computer reboots  

‘Beep’ ‘Bop’ ‘Boop’, beginning again  

 

 

The frame shifts towards the Waxing Gibbous  

All at once bury my extremities  

Under the fine gravel particles  

During which, discover a piece of glass  

 

 

Aghast trying to resolve a trash gem  

The litter cuts me, blood opaquing it  

Instincts kick in and just as quickly  

The Jewel of humanity  

Gets thrown in the sick  

 

 

Dance in the sand while the satellites prance  

Throw discuses into Каzoo Ocean  

Speak through skipped stone morse code  

Brace yourself the tides coming in  

 

 

Water revitalizes, makes me feel  

As if Mother has baptized me  

Granted access to food and liquid  

Grateful living in the distance.  

 

-CNM

 

 

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