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An ill-omened book
The deckled edges of the book
from whence you had just taken a look
emblazoned on every page,
settling into someone’s neurons
and the delicate propinquity
of the possibility of oppositional
readings of the chef of horrors who cooks
and the sickled-sins-of-the-father;
hiding in the larder, beside the bother-
some kidney beans, pressing against the can
of peas and corn, granola bars; a vial of sand
beside the basil oil, resting all over the land
beyond the back wall stove stand
tall and firm among the cloven hooves in quicksand
the grains jostle, and a rat snake
attracted by the sandy wheat
piled many times the height of a tall man
out the stray grains to sweep
and use all the fruitilities of the hand
back home on crazy street, the heat-lamps
warm hot dogs and sausage,
the smell of meat assaults the sand-wich
a wasp of a witch, a which way to go situation
the cross-roads of the hostile takeover of creation
the ointment rubbed on the broomstick
A tool of the sages, absorbed through
hallucinations forthwith, henbane
belladonna, a full moon on all hallows eve,
hemlock potluck, liberty cap mushrooms,
the sensation of shape-shifting
at the time of the lunar eclipse, drifting
on a wave of doom as soon
as the gloom lifted, a mist swiftly
feeling like you’re flying above your body,
then an electricity-like transmission
of the self through time-space
wearing the black cap of the were-cat
graymalkin, jumpin’ jehosephat
appear capped in the cemetary
that doubles as an arboretum, carry
the alms in a blanket made of elk-skin
parchment with skeltonics, burnt around the edges
sedges under siege from the flames
miles away the earth shakes mildly,
as powerful spirits are conjured, wildly
dancing in a circle with shadows running long
from the campfire, rehearsed well and singing songs
listening to the profundities
of a different era read aloud