until a percolator explodes and then magma seeps out
its mottled gold gorging on the horizon, gnawed ruptures
in the sprawl's dull chill, because we can't tell
the difference between hot and cold eruptions
and it keeps burning..."
Three collaborative poems by Juliet Cook and Michael Bernstein in the wonderful Rag Queen Periodical.
Read more HERE - https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/09/03/Collaborative-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook-Michael-Bernstein
Read more HERE - https://www.ragqueenperiodical.com/single-post/2017/09/03/Collaborative-Poems-by-Juliet-Cook-Michael-Bernstein
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