2nd of 3 poems written in the style of the Filipino Tanaga, as part of an Exquisite Corpse project.
Zero's lie: 6 in a pack
Frozen drinks upon a rack
Filling fourteen voided vats
Fifteen microhabitats.
Second lie: 12 hubcaps red
Spun across a crystal bed
Packed in like a crate of eggs
Standing deep on dozen legs.
Third time lie: red capping white
Blood topping bone, blue with night
Catalog of winter's teeth
Each becloaked in plastic sheath.
Tripod footnote: Earth's domain
Filled to brimming, iced Champaign
Plunged in frigid miles of black
Cannon iron falling back.
Within these flasks: lungs of time
Vapours of an ancient clime
Spheres of starlight, silver pearls
Melting into jeweled whorls.
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