Cracking

Cracking toes through clouds
stacking the frozen horn the crowd gun
with only carpet fibers for protection
which was like a gun dusted
speck of all the goofy snouts
pointing left or
all the cell phone rays twinkling
in your scalp
none of which are blue
nor dusty like your face
bounced the crevices without the hyphens
dancing in your shirt

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