Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom (20090506).
Slivered dogs send that
hot Set (and Thoth, scribbler for the
silvered gods) to catch fish
from a fiddler; acid misery
runs Mercury and
Isis, who in assignation bandy
prices for exchanging each one's
best crisis. Their aqua-blue tears, shed in
the bar's last queue, catch them
drawing lots over who
are the keepers and who are the
kept. Kleptomaniacal Cleopatra meanwhile,
in beads and feathers, enlists
with the safer headband set, recruiting
those who brew plucked demon tongues
in stew; but
all the while God plucks
denouement out of one
truly astonishing burst of sonic
misdirection.
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