Crimson glider sinks to the belly
of subterranean stairwell.
a subservient bird of daylight,
pierced through by tin can rooftops.
Basement level studio,
standing against origami corners
of seamless wallpaper,
smiling firing squad christ-like tripping shutters,
exposures, flashbulbs and meters etc.
Model who lay composed naked colour splash
oozing into cracked floorboards
getting off, where she got on
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