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from the cold road: houses visible (without wires) entrenched in white snow: sherd forest archaeology. a painting on fire, freezing. a collage a frenzy. now, various floaters organized in armies playing war or grazing, flamingo legs embalmed and crooked & cooked, charred and glazed in a kiln, kin amid the cold air, the ground is a movie screen, the dancers become shadows when the sunset made me want to go home, made my head hurt; winter light weaving through the trees. light like a plague, a pear flesh, a frozen swarm of locusts or a woman walking in slowmotion, the day decomposed. those houses when we parked and hiked to them were not houses, they were barns, the windows, doors all were painted in detail on pieces of plywood, some big movie set gone missing (headline: *found! deceptive, chipping curtains out in the cold by the road*).
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
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from the cold road: houses visible (without wires) entrenched in white snow: sherd forest archaeology. a painting on fire, freezing. a collage a frenzy. now, various floaters organized in armies playing war or grazing, flamingo legs embalmed and crooked & cooked, charred and glazed in a kiln, kin amid the cold air, the ground is a movie screen, the dancers become shadows when the sunset made me want to go home, made my head hurt; winter light weaving through the trees. light like a plague, a pear flesh, a frozen swarm of locusts or a woman walking in slowmotion, the day decomposed. those houses when we parked and hiked to them were not houses, they were barns, the windows, doors all were painted in detail on pieces of plywood, some big movie set gone missing (headline: *found! deceptive, chipping curtains out in the cold by the road*).
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
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