"...why are you writing rare words?"
your psychic rights are dusted with gold
so you are not going to die soon,
as you used to think, R.H. Raven Toes,
for your dream of the stairs, remember?
under the stairs is a line of fire {black
ink on the moon} so the names of
the King are naked there, affording a
wide field for dungeons, but Virginia's
sister has nerves made of Christmas trees
she's an oncoming locomotive from the waist up
a mermaid from the waist down
she lives in Potter's Field {the terrors of Capitalism:
several secondary Liliths are homeless}
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LOOT e-book
Fall 2003
http://www.xpressed.org/title.html
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