by Tom Saer

Resurface from your lampshade
Watching in dislocation
Threshold of earth

Plastic tears of a shaman
Welded onto my accomplice
Decoration on our perspex

Hope transported
The sand in your smile
My dusty Neptune

Evolve
Cough up your skin like
a man and
Show them
you’re
made
of blood

Out of the whirlwind
The lonely cornerstone
Exchange of heart

Pain never hurt anyone
Who knew what it was
My little Yggdrasil