Somewhere my window has sailboats,

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Somewhere my window has sailboats,
but here a baby's teeth
chews to rags a coughing dog.
My window is moody.
The sky's demonic cheek
spits gook all over naive brides.
My window is a noose choking heaven.
Somewhere my window
is a pigtailed blonde tossing
hyacinths into a pond;
first he loves her,
and unbounded love splashes green
on wanton pages of light.
Then, he loves her not.
A leaking black shadow blossoms
from the pond bottom's ooze, she turns
and doesn't notice
the bleeding fracture of his solitude.