Unhinged hair
from the halted window
and the dancing earphones
semi-plugged to the phone
caught the eyeballs.
the rural heart
couldn’t
resist the taxied fingers
moving across the hair.
Metallic skin
with the thickness
of one-horned rhino
could feel the warmth
of the half-moon
snacking
a few feet away from mine.
the glass eyes
reflected the guts
of a kinetic kite
or a hopping hat
lost in the Polar easterlies.
The discoing flip flops
sending
a seismic shock
touching only
the escalators
of my zen heart.
breathe in.
cough out
the weird neat talk.
Thy Vox 
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