pictures against the blue

never right sugar cube poetry
that disintegrates in coffee
it should be wired like whiskey
even if it doesn’t have bourbon teeth
so it can bite you through the cup

the plug in your head
the febrile heat
of an internal sun
you have poetry in your system
sneezing out verse like a curse

there are clouds above you
dreaming of umbrellas
pictures against the blue

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