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  • The Devil

    The tail of the Devil slithers through our human life Dividing the body into parts hate-delineated And we most often cannot see the cut of the knife is the houses of congress is the houses of congress 22 Feb 2021 2:01 pm

  • Pandemonium

    t is New Years Eve 2020 and the world is in hiding no dunce-hats or blathering whistles, no easing into merriment, just despatare drinking, breaking glassware not not fair skinned, not not of England bourne, not not Papist, not not not stay at home and let the g’nors cradle all unto death I 1 Jan…

  • On the Burial of the Scythian Queen

    The leader of the Dissemblocrates media-Spiders across the ramparts of the Red FabripublicansWhile from the headland the force lines weaveFurious re-iterating Emporer in Purpura– Liberal American President Wearing bloody skinsOf his opponents–until the proud business magnate,Next round, drinks his blue bloodFrom flutes made of news. And in perpetuity Face-dancers above the 49th parallel pranceBerobed in the…

  • Rachel’s Sonnet

    Not the god he was in his prime,Old Proteus, jester, moor, or knave,Striking charismatic coin (despite high crime)Burnished yet and ever by hands of slavesWho know nothing but the need to ownA dream in which their chains are links to power.Poor old fool, he stumbles to the microphoneReiterating trinket promises of an hour.Some Liberal Light…

  • Perdix

    My cousin always wanted to be a celebrityRich in looks, rich in story: the feathers,The tall, white feathers of a father’s loveShivered into the inked air and over the watersFor millennia, iterating their measures.Whereas from where I perched on rampartsBuilded and bullwarked by Father Daedelus’ handThe scripture of my fall made scratching noisesAfter the city-spirit…

  • Restless

    As the prairie grass that swims across the wind,I cannot sleep, I cannot laugh, my mindHard and pale like the clay under my feet.If I could sleep, I would laugh;If I could laugh, I would sleep.In this detritus of ancient glaciers,One could find mastodon ivory and Cree arrow heads;If only I could find such a…

  • The Astronomy Club

    1. Jan. 29, 2003 Is it a small boy out therein the mist? Is he cold, does hehave his coat on? Is it buttoned up?I know that he is waiting out therein the mist.        But I am driving throughtoday’s business, my cell phone on, pinging with alerts…Is the mist folding closed behind me?Hurry here, hurry…