WRiTE
wall lace
plasticienne

shiny, newly braided plastic curls grow wild
cobblestone plains wait for rain
or a shroud of torn grey

bristling hair give way today
a stumbling wind blows through too
a foreign language for foreign ears

my half-burnt sun is hiding here
wrapped in a shrinking iron cast
every evening the sun looks out
spying on stolen heirlooms
and when no one's looking,
she crawls out to spawn
half baked, freshly formed,
tiny bubbles with blue sad sashes
and a head full of........
shiny, newly braided plastic curls
......................................growing wild
on grey cobblestone..........and plastic,
in matted hair...................and plastic,
under the boardwalk...........and plastic,
salut...............................and plastic.

  

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