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BLACK MASS
This chant worms into my ear, telling me when I can what I can’t. Bagpipes – far off in some dark church – purr like a quake about to start. Brings to mind the nursery; takes me down the cul-de-sac of Memory Loop; rhymes my ass with the Holy Mass. Lord have commerce with thy…
Fifty Gorillas
There were fifty Gorillas in the jungle and we had to catch them. The Gorillas killed little boys and little girls and women and men and old men and old women. When the Gorillas needed food the Gorillas killed horses and goats and dogs. The Gorillas were always hungry and always killing. …
There is no death only renewal
Oleaginous his curiosity The rhizome that grows, stretching out, seeking, Until that is the earth that feeds it, sustains it, houses it, Is flooded, And then the ineluctable rot swells with alacrity, black mush, And then it ends, Not even matter, It’s dissipation, It’s nothing, And what is she as she goes through one metamorphosis…
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