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In Grand Old Houses:

Dedication Goes:

Rise, Moundlings!

Love appears that cypresses lit

Across Memorial Park waters!

Transcribe the late voices and

Unbox the ears of children,

Let them come up under torches

Laughing, wild and singular.

Brick and dream

Was the mortar, Friends-

In my mind legends refined

And abstract were trumpeting

On in the cool traces of ivy.

Its trim was freed from

The end of the world.

Porches I was spied on,

Garnished by trees,

Fountainous yards

And long, long eves!

Technically Not A Haiku For Chris:

Escape Suffering?

Provoke Movement to Witness

The Stillest Creation.

Had my tarot read, a short draw placed in a cruciform..

The world, the high priestess, seven and eight of pentacles and the four of swords.

It answered my question and I am ready, and I will do it. Thanks, Tracy, more than you know. I couldn’t have done it with out you.

Shivering Heights Breaking News:

Shivering Heights Breaking News?

Rock confesses secret crush,

Sands told to hush.

Enemy rallies, credits friend.

Chocolate bar beaten,

Bug resuscitated,

Pencil pleads guilty,

Kitchen faucet admits to treason!

Red is angry with purple-

Crayon completes circle,

Child dies of old age,

Book murders page,

Question vanishes with answer!

Mammal closer this evening

To relinquishing oxygen,

Flag refuses salute-

Reveals cancer,

Again, Bomb falls in love with dancer.

Letter From A Cadaver Dog:

The ability to perceive

Shapes against each other

Mixed with control and

The unretiring tension of wonder…

This may be god.

Dear Humans,

I struggle with my red vest

Your infrequent handful

Of water, multitudinous microphones,

Tripods and emerging world order.

Note to my lovely readers: This is not about a dead dog, it is about a dog that searches for humans, and she is tired of it.

The Mysterious Presentation:

I have looked

Into the monuments

Waking, moving

To reject our

Loving reflections.

I felt it in debit cards,

Washingtons, and Franklins.

Receiving understanding,

I have seen it

In the church railing

And company banners-

A weird inscription with

No words but only

A mysterious presentation.

Shivering Heights!!! :

God seems underhanded.

The secret perks?

For starters,

It is dark and

We don’t really understand it,

The plants and animals
Are all stranded,

What do I know about

Life on Shivering Heights?

That simple children

Will agree to misadventures.

Officials always say it is

The perfect conditions for a search-

And the OFFICIALS???

Ballad Of The Girl In The Landfill:

Little Sisters, young and bold

Please pay attention if you want to grow old.

I would like to say

To the little girls like me

Learn to really kick your feet.

I almost made almost all B’s-

I wasn’t blue-eyed blond-

I was no miniature rock star-

I wasn’t even teen aged-

I was just walking home

When I decided to run ahead

And be the winner of the gang.

I just wanted to shine

For a moment in our minds

And be the fastest girl

Of all recorded after school time.

The Speeding Express:

Shipping out in night

All things, shapes, color and size!

The flying train holds life.

In a flash of thought,

Planet, atom, I am home-

I caught the handles.

mOod: Sorrow Campus versus College Campus

Enceladus And Encolpion:

He was

ruby-toothed,

500 fingers

traced her emblems

In a fugue

enfant per dus

singing

The nodes

of history’s

Streaming and

stars that

Are coolly dreaming

Dromos of mighty,

beautiful trees.

Her frame provided

containment:

On the point

of pleasure he fainted

As an over-honeyed,

poly-limbed bee.

notes

enceladus was a hundred armed giant that lived under a volcano. enclopion is a charm worn around the neck in the shape of a coffin that contains a miniature copy of the gospels. dromos are the spaces between columns. enfant per dus is a name given to secret soldiers on clandestine missions also means lost children. fugue...a fast paced, beautiful song.

Prowler Of Prayer:

A prowler has

Taken foothold

In a junction between

Your innermost and

Arms of the grave,

Scratching upon the seams

Of your home.

He strikes your hair, enters you

And cries into the air.

He teases

You with atoms of

His phantomhood and

Leaves germs of indiscretion

On your anonymous clothes.

Corybantan:

“A blooming bone and iron world tried

But we disliked its welcome and clash”

The great costumer sent us out-

Ships became our mothers

And shackles were fathers.

We knew not even the half-flex

Of archangels, fantasy princes or bloodlines.

Our platelets sparked as we rowed,

Rowed and strove on benches

Subdued and interlocked.

Still I saw superlative birds,

Listened and heard such fortissimos,

Themes, dreams and end times-

No threat could couch my ears or eyes.

Mood: Corybantism-when a sick person has *fantastic visions*

Interior Decorating or Philemon 1:20:

Situate your dogs

Between crowded plants, save space.

Carry the blind bird.

mOod: Philemon 1:20 reads "Yea brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord; Refresh my bowels in the Lord"

Three weeks ago I punched myself in the face with a freezer door and fucked up my nose. Last week I slammed my head into the car door and had a bump, bruise and headache for 6 days. Today,   I slice the top of my thumb off.

Wtf? Hope I can stop it and don’t need stitches.

From Macro Jumbo To The Yachting Kid:

I am weak

From consuming,

Your religion and decorative

Weather year after year.

Fetch me

From this exedra,

Tow and love me by

Your eternal, sailing work light,

Yachting Kid, sleep tight.

Lonely, Crazy bleep!

Set the tray for one

A million-strong to feed,

Leave it out all night-

I know your internal delights.

I am Soul-

I have been

Fully honored

By the red glaze

Of man and gods,

Sterilized the bandages

And blessed

The gear and life jackets

So we could go.

mOodf: MACRO-roni