Tuesday, February 02, 2010

"March of the Consonants"

A dense wind
into who we are
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.

Number words.

"...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.]

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