Saturday, July 21, 2012


The drapery deteriorates
exactly around the poltergeist.
The incarnation in situ.

Partial invisibility makes scariness;
scary, old-lettuce angstroms
reverse crawling
while nosing forward a little
make partial invisibility.

A cough happens in the crypt.
It has been itching
to do that.

The sound of rubber bands snapping
fills the corridors of the
madhouse at lights out.

Last night the monitors showed
a ghost; tonight, a gun store robbery
in time-lapse. On
the monitors,

many moon-sized craters
interlock. And fuck.

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