"Rimbaud's Colors" by Kim Kerze

Black Blood
spoke inside my skullsockets shattering my elongated fingerpulses
like an axe struck on an iron floor.

Red Blood
ran across my tonsils & fixed epidemic needles within the rivulets
of my imagination.

Green Blood
careened thru my nerves, pivots, pulled back, suspending
the moment of implosion.

Blue Blood
dreamt the moon into clusters of broken raga drones, poured pages of grief
into a smoking cigarette.

White Blood
a billowing crackle of static bursting open in my retina- all shadows ghost
into an impossible present

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