Map of the World

Wikipedia Poem, No. 746


shy piñata

horizon of mascara slurps
a burst expectant cross
mangles the black one
purple swoosh at eye-level

burst piñata

down-filled custom spilt dirty swinging watcher
black one purpled shoulders slap
black one purple air of fire

blink mascara
burst piñata

the poets’ key
falls into air-fire

down across simile
like the face with no face
elsewhere is here
it licks for candied fontanelle

or glides or imagines
the black one’s purple mage
who cannot know:

and slurps
the poets’ knot
groks their shy
pint at eye-level

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