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high altitudes and attitudes

high altitudes and attitudes

 

 

my wooden altar is not a large one, yet it floats

above this mountain town in planks of rotting wood.

 

soft peaks rise behind the tunnel of garbage that builds

in drifts along my temple railings

 

at this altitude i assumed i would inhale the air of gods, elevated

so much more than physically above the grit and rattlesnakes

 

 

but the smell of hot trash is on the wind

as i exude his poison in red splashes of desert fauna and

 

 

 

a smile sways at my mouth, bloodless,

as i descend back into scarab

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