| Bubbles: The sky is sick & my soul is sallow I eat an egg in the moonshine-- The sea rolls the round eyes of the drowned like pearls Pearls are crystallized oyster spit I'm as stable as pebble, upturned by the sea The die roll on the table & in my pendulous head Cast the die and hear the music of the dead Cause the die is born of drowned bones My head is a bleb Stars are falling into bottomless pits The moon is paler after it has bled Tomorrow the sun will puke yellow Like a burst yolk in a frying pan. |
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