"Once we dreamed of streetcleaners

Once we asked the question:
When will the leaves become birds?

Once we held our dead closely
As if there might be some word.

But the blood no longer dreams of poppies.
The rain is full of holes.

We’re at one with the season
That will not come."

--Ray Sw*atman


Languag*hat on Th* Ori*ntalist.


"Ridas"

distant now from your fulgor
this blind community of golfing
tsantsa droids

viridian mollusks fling you in a gulf
find you in a void
what will Moloch say?


Th* Dark Sid* of Christian History.


"Indeed, Night of the Living Dead is the veritable Citizen Kane of cannibalistic zombie thrillers." --Smith & Kig*r, Poplorica (2004)


Scanning- Kockroach (thanx M*lani*!)