Desert Alchemy
| ‘Thus
you will receive the glory of the distinctiveness of the world. All obscurity will flee from you.’
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C5H10O4 and
a fingernail,
Bride of Frankenstein by Pochta mail:
Slavic deoxyribonucleotides
steep a Vuitton heel the desert hides.
The monitor strips her cheek of cast-off meat;
a hair-clasp—broken, dangles incomplete
from a torn-out, dyed-blonde, split-end hank
drenched with blood and Pinot Blanc.
Girtab stalks the constellated sand
between the fingers of her milky hand.
As above, so below; the sun
seeks striking vengeance. Both the hunters run.
Black Artemisian, Rex Squamata,
seeks husband, father, killer, martyr.
Nigel Holt
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