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     ~  Saturnalia  ~

Electric crickets drone the nightsong on against the bugless cold. Your fortress is unlocked but old, and catnap dreams are done and fold before they lost before they won before the night before the sun!

What took these streets like Christmas lights – that season made for friends? Who sirens in the hollowdawn? Who takes and never lends? Is desolate and desperate and dumb, so comes unsaid? Ah, that.  Again.   You know it well. So sigh and go to bed.

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     ~  Haven ~

Has a forest ever let me down? Never on its leafy ground. An ounce of trust on any man ever leaked out of his hand. But sycamore and water fowl and hemlock creek and gusty owl, dawn to dusk and still to sound, not once has ever let me down.

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     ~  You Could Move  ~

The water is scorching in my shower in the dark. Hallucinate an aurora spiraling into my heart. Out in Toronto - population up by one.   Just get the hell outta here.   Get the damn thing done.

I never hated anyone the way that I hate you. I never felt anything the way that I felt you. Abby in Heaven could have told me so and so,   but she’s just an angel.   What do they know?

Venus and Mars are light and lovely from down here.   Older than our eyes.   Older than our fear. Hungry ghosts traverse a freak show in the sky.   Red like a furnace.   White like a lie. Venus and Mars above a city lost in time.   One like the gun.   One like the crime.

If I were the last one (and I’d be the last one) at your funeral to grieve, Venus and Mars, I’d be the last one too to leave. Ziggy in Heaven could have told you so,   but he’s just an angel,   and what do they know?

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     ~  Bacillota  ~

“Do not ask God for anything,” the middle sister said, sitting on her seat like she might spring from it and fly, like a word and not a woman sat there. A sharp and sudden word like ‘no,’ or ‘do,’ or ‘go,’ or ‘shoo!’ She said nothing after but did not blink.

“Pray if you want to,” the older sister spoke, and she was at her sink standing.  Standing at her sink, rubbing dishes with her hands because her hands were cold and the water warm. She could ask God for anything. And she did.

 The house hushed and paper peeled. Their sister – their younger sister – was a smile on their walls.  Only. And her name tossed in the air, only like petals fall and fade. They looked to their Easter portrait when Christ was raised on Mother’s yard when they still went to church but never wondered about God.

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     ~  The Good One  ~

Come and see the fruit flies. The fruit flies. Static, looney life is dusted on this yellow room. This yellow room. This pretender garden lit by a pretender sun. Flecks on a pretender earth stuck to a pretender sky. But they were not pretending live, and they are not pretending dead. Crushed by his cycadean fury his secret hate his mute confession his nature.

Come and see the fruit flies. The fruit flies. They have not yet gone. They have not yet gone. There is time to see blood on this yellow room like sunspots where the good one lives.

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     ~  Lapis Lazuli  ~

I was swallowed by Nuit like the scarlet sun at dusk. This body ripe and wet, I went headfirst from my barge alone. Her throat was death, and I was death. There was no word spoken in her belly and nothing heard. I passed through her long and starry legs to untouched lilies on my Nile dawn. Its waters were not so cold as I’d left them. I floated hot and naked on that new day and lived between two screams.

An astrologer asked me if I make lists. I wondered if a poem is a list. But she told me I should make them and don’t, so poems must be lists. I wondered what it would be like if nature was clever. I would have nothing sacred left. Silence was taken from me, and now they’ve come for solitude. Where can astrologers be alone? I flinched when she left at the old lie that there’s a way things are supposed to be. I’ve tried to forget that lie, but it dug thick and purple scars. Where was hope before they healed?

I was swallowed by Nuit. There were none with me in that thoughtless night. And only stars between the stars.