Friday, November 06, 2009





    "Hoodie"

Cepheid · candle
trickle of water down
down flickering shadow
oblate
in the charterhouse
ape
cackling donut
forest green wool coat curtsey
an office
like a dentist's office
vie Nyarlathotep

as from a great height
the pen drops from my hand


One morning i took time out to find the location of the new Chess Club on a map, and even drove by it, and stopped, but i didn't go in.




    "Snaffle the Batcuffs"

Pallor of flowering trees,
Normandy, suasivious addict
breaks edict;
Diana of the Crosshairs wends her night jazz.
Mirror cyanic
of the jade road to Canaan.
Biological evolution's canon
does not know these, mutable or Yaanek,
nor the faith

to rely on math.

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