Sensate
by Sam M. Phillips

Two-headed bird of paradise,
I have no more poetry within,
Colony of ants move as one,
Everything is without.

Strobe light skinks scurry,
Wind is invisible
Except in the trees.

Hot stones,
I wear black in the sun,
The phone rings
And the rage spiral begins.

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