VOLUME 10 TABLE OF CONTENTS

Out For Blood
 

Anxious angels

Mannequins in heavenly shop windows

Why leave it up to the white hot pistons

of the falling stars, the hunk of rock skies?

 

Spectators

Bundle bound wintry hustlers with cheesy gifts

Why do you pray for space fungus

More nude beach closings and oak trees that bleed.

 

It’s the Bible isn’t it?

For the tongue tied shall sing.

 

You want Kloris, don’t you. He’s in the parking lot,

Clopping and snorting.

 

You love Nile virus and the end time flu outbreak,

Pass the nuclear waste basket, break out the seals.

 

Go ahead, bring on the beast,

I want to feel your revelation.

It’s the only interesting speculative fiction anyone

Has written in 2000 years.

 

I want to feel you warm the globe

and watch you black out the sun.

I want you to sink your blood moon fangs

Into my new age innocence.

 

Until then, blessed are the cool who go with the flow

For they shall find God in the shopping mall.

 Here’s wishing a real gone tinsel night to all.  

 

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