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Getaway

Dissociative. When I was but a young stranger, my train rolled slowly through an area of wilderness. Muskeg, tilted tamaracks, power towers. And I thought not of my destination, but of wanting to paddle a canoe into that green buzzing haze. And I myself would find the answer.

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A feint hope

A sudden cessation A last surprised breath A fall Then nothing An ignominious end To a mediocre life A clamber and a clamour For divinity Yet still better than drawn-out agonies Words and words and words Feeling the insistence Of a slow knife.

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Thin Lizzie

I am with the thin cat~ her love, she shows~ uncaring of sharp bones~ face pushing, pure purring ~ knowing~ how long she will be needed~ to carry me home, after toying with Joy~ and just how long I might stay.

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The tail of the thin cat

It is two in the morning,and the toik toik echoof dripping waterseems conversational. Whisper-hisses ask,in fancy,~How long is a piece of string~~When will withdrawal end~~In what manner will I die, and when~ Good to the last drop.Stay with the thin cat.She can tell.

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What’s brought to the table

The note said: Come to Ferny Forest under boughs of night. Follow Coyote’s howl, for he will lead you true. Come to our long table. Your place is set, and blood will let. Nick a vein, mind the pain. Words of spell we’ll speak. Obscenities we’ll leak. And all, by morn, Medusa’s stone.

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