Established Customer Regeneration

You sit behind your registries,
Tasting like boiled silk,
Wasted until the ramparts kick.

I enter into deadlock aware.
Your wave, falsely begun,
Eyelashes on a new dead king.

Beatrice

Hemiscyllium ocellatum

On the floor,
Built like the strident crowd
Gathered about rare sights.

Drainpipes
Careen back
On the circuit writ large.

They were frozen
Already,
In the first posture of contact.