Pliers

The clock strikes emotions
and the tick-tock stops.
Swallow my bones like
the branches of a tree.
It is easy to mix lies with
petrified mattocks,
calcified moments stuck
between your teeth,
like the river
hanging loose from
a cave stone.

Unpack the truth from
the seeds of an apple
because commas are
a wonderful way to say NO

We walk on the wooden muscles
of the cannibal stars,
thump thump thump
their matchstick dinner falling
on eternity’s stretcher,
gone without a trace.

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