The title of the poem is underlined.
Stepping up to bed, the blankets sip me into Shower:
the pores on my back
its furry throat subsume
moist-air
Arising next day the cauldron Plaque
stir plays game
spills over of
alluvial depth charge
A
ghost of our generation commingled with the rest.
Arising dingy green a grin Toothbrush purl swept
on your face into orbit midnight
Stepping in to sleep, that coquette smiles Bathtub: the mind on my neck
a snake’s dissembles landfall
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