Daily Prompt: Construct-Ode to Chicago’s Buildings


serpents fill in the crust of earth’s spirit
plague the night sky with plums and
spit streams of cinnamon
-breathe in sprays.

the big scary word.
each brick in our wounds covered in blind, yellow mortar
the naked and bathed construct in kind mortar, lemon-lime mortar
wrists and fists on a fat saturated system
a scaffold for the ground.

there on the islet next door is a man in a shed
continuity and molecular fissures on his pilot helmets.
several bricks around him.

come check it out later.
for something you’ll do later.

via Daily Prompt: Construct


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