Dread #1
Dread the Sunday shadow
falls out of the fan the
petals bend like tiny pipes
around my organs located
inside this bracing shape inside
a braced structure on the street of
an unstructured plagiarism,
this city is an invisible
don't touch, not nice
inside of it a visit brings
a dreadful touch on the inner
structures, organs, magic
slogans burnt into the heart
don't touch, not nice
what is this propelling
forward from the endless
elevated forms as surprising
as corn in the backyard,
high-risk sex, the space
between shores is felt
in terms of crossing it
through organs do you
experience tremors? have
a history?