JASMINE DREAME WAGNER


                                     



ABANDON




I watch content arrive
in stills. Walls resemble wills.

Heavy ash, mouths full of fillers.
Clout flourishes in orchids.

Bulbs collect time within husks.
A steel rake tarnishes

the ambiguity of bluffs.
Be kind to their pastoral, their claim

to fasten, give inward form.
Between the flinched rill

and the Mobil station,
which of us will their lyric trust

as shores desert us,
swallowed by fiction.







TYPO 31