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The Dreadful Lemon Turnover.

“Or Some Third Thing”

Gauntlet of dark
The drill’s entry
Cool water carve

Occult handbag
Eyewatering waste
To crawl on wheels

Pale blue speckle
Ever this recite
Sportive cannibal

Gauntlet of dark

I Walk on Guilded Splinters.

“This game, which I myself had invented, was based on the proposition that just as nouns could be divided into masculine, feminine and neuter, so there was a distinction between tragic and comic nouns. For example, this system decreed that steamship and steam engine were both tragic nouns, while streetcar and bus were comic.’”--Dazai Osamu, No Longer Human (tr Donald Keene 1958) [—H'm. Poetry is tragic, while blog is comic...but poetics is comic & blogger is tragic...]

Nothing Ever to Ask.