

The Bull, the Crone and ...- The Bull, the Crone & the Raven RattleThe Bull, the Crone and ...
Red thread cat gut and ivy leaves, in starless night she wove now spiderlike with fingers sharp, the shroud the noose the crown. He followed her, unsilently, his lowing voice like horns lost deep in fog or earthfelt


Bait St.Bait St.Bait St.
I will ask you to lay down (your arms) and lay your hands upon me
the bread
the wine & the dog
Telemachus unsainted & ignored with mange in a ditch
he cries the same
song to wheels that
pass him by
I will ask you to lay down your arms and lay your hands upon me
Contagion. Ripped
from the headlines
& from ear to muzzle; neither gun nor


AutoGenesisAutoGenesisAutoGenesis
not Galatae, I -- pulling myself handful by handful like maggots from flesh wounds or deeper
roots from rotted buildings spines in the beak of the teratorn or his long diminished white tipped brethren pulling beakfuls and handfuls
auto-erotic auto-genesis
auto-mobile moguls of bone highways and stone
the forces of Nature
-- breaking & tearing the road, I--
I am t
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