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Dusk gathers its embers
Then stars slide down rooves
Later there’s the rain’s hooves

They feasted
On the
Beast
Finally caught
After roaming
The wood
Every night
It spilled from the
Lips
And filled the cheeks
When once it
Took the sun
And the wind
It’s running down
Some of their chins
Fangs above
The fire
Fur along
The floor
Come again
To devour

Sitting in the drawer
Lacking all punctuation
It leaped and locked onto his face
Like a crustacean
Drained of blood, it had finished him
But there was a dud poem
Lodged in his noggin
To poison all ambition

The cupcakes carl coughed up
Weren’t pertinent to the case
But would have been the icing on the case

The voice seemed to be coming from
The series of pipes and hum that followed
Before all went quiet
It had sounded like a crone
Issuing a warning about bad plumbing perhaps?
In the dregs of night, the voice returned
Sterner, more threatening
Flushing the toilet was all
He could think of
Use your God damn imagination,
She implored,
Sounding bored

Falling asleep
During the meditation
Would earn you a whack
The tiny bird
Makes its feet brief
Upon the branch
Thwack
Crack
The dream is like flight
Or the dream
Takes flight

Was tried
Skull to skull
Mind to mind
A pasty thick sweat
Kept them together stuck
Thinking they were
Fucked.

His wife’s fake tooth
Hammer and nail accident
Under his foot one night
It took a bite

They said he was
Angry just because
He was a drummer
In fact he had achieved
A fully balanced
Angelic bliss
Even when pounding
The skins madly
And bashing away practicing
With turkey legs
They saw a rabid
Look in his eyes
The center of him glowed
Warmly, absolute peace
When crashing about like
An animal
Sweat flew from his mullet
Its droplets like
Dawn-kissed dew

Cheeks like leaves
Turning crunchy
Mouth
Breathes barely
Hand that reaches
Closes, reaches
The room darkens
Bulb in the lamp
Cigar sparks
Pits go damp
By the orange guide
He lists all his friends and
Relatives who died with
A croak his features ageless
In the smoke
The bulb finds life
The hand reaches again
“Well, my new friend, what’s
Your plan?”