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The Metal Quan Yin

by C.J. Reaven Borosque

Acid bath running clay flesh away and leaving behind
Strips of gold wire
Mesh
Where she wore them
As underpanties
And bled oil through them
It stained her
Skirt
With a patina of rust and corrosion
And she moved
The flowing
Molten broth away from her legs
Checking the docks wrapped round her
Thighs for runs in them
Sometimes they snag
She bent her head to the statue of
Liberty
Her sweet metal sister
And swayed in carcinogen frankness
Through the streets lined with cars and
Belching walruses from coast to coast
ISP to ISP
Whispering Iron thickness
Copper wire transcendance
encased diadems crowning her fingers
with gleaming probes
Into the ear
Sticking her tongue into the
Naked
Screaming
Streaming
Consciousness of OM monotony buzzing a hung up
Line
Hanging like a bat
From the inside of shelter
Conversion into
Code and conversation
Not giving a fuck about it at all
Pulling the plug on the light bulb
Blazing away in the
Cavernous hive of sweltering
Chitinous cockroach divorce
From reality and cloaked in night time
She bathes in
Fiery glue and all things hot
Poisonous to us
Reeking havoc on the phone line
Calling up empty rooms
In minds thought to be
Lost forever