Rabbit, rabbit! My poems "The Credo of Loplop" and "Sibylline" have been accepted by Uncanny Magazine. The first is a ghost poem for Max Ernst, written for
ashlyme; the second is a ghost poem for Vergil, written for
selkie. It delights me beyond words that the Criterion Channel has lent its prestige to the nigh-indescribable Ruritanian Olympic WTF of Million Dollar Legs (1932). Meanwhile the news is the news and my day started and ended with doctors; I am going to lie down.
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- 1: You flipped the script and you shot the plot
- 2: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 3: And the birds flew right by and the earth made them sing
- 4: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 5: There's nothing here but echoes
- 6: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 7: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 8: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 9: The wind is blowing the planes around
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