AQUIFER



crispy fatidical night
wet & crisp like crisp & wet
redolent sub-Rome. we cast out,
crowned by lumen plastic lamps
into the subspace, watery
emissaire of our stigma, aqua-
furs our garb we run-
way sleeking naiads by looking light
high the arcing black as we stroll
in backstage redolencia:
giggling conflux
of stripped doublets,
teasing at our shoulder
straps—a rat saw us clumsily
kiss in our lumbering
headgear—thus in deliration
we proceeded throu
rood bouqeuts
woozy gills of deep-
weathered brick, leagues
of dampness in overdrive—
we are not them who hunger
for astral succor, no;
we put our teath
to the root—
if not more true
at least
more secretious
multifloral
falsely abeyant
more tuned
to the awful, forge-
hot wave-lengths—
less glad

in its beauty—

more

beautiful.

more mad

in its beauty—

more

beautiful.


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Riley Bingham is from New Orleans. He lives in Tuscaloosa. His work appears in recent & upcoming issues of Caketrain, Crazyhorse, DIAGRAM, NightBlock, Powder Keg, and others.