"March of the Consonants"

A dense wind
into who we are
th-thud
red light against gray
on a hippe trail · head full of zombie
a guess at the riddle

whose pungent centonism
la Donema, la Pardonema
straddles the rubric


A strange wind whistles my Starbucks cup, as i step over sudsy water in front of Whole Foods.


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"...the Craft was whatever one made it: that it was closer in nature to a Dungeons and Dragons style role-playing game than it was to a church..." --Simon, Dead Names (2006) [More.]