Vacancy Signs

by Darrell Lindsey

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Inside a hammering night
when dreams are deflowered

& the horizon wants to walk backwards
into a womb with no name—

starlight has become broken glass
& does not travel well

through all those hollow places
found between howls of heartbeats—

even the Palos Verdes Blue sacrificed
for a nickel’s worth of illusions

& then scattered like so much buckshot.

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