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Nest of Werewolves


down at the fairy ferry
a faun breathed on a cracked mirror
like an angel with fat toes
blowing his baroque trumpet
into a cloudy nest

from a fog with horns
eyelashes and thorns

ride cascading lotions
perfumes and emotions

play the tricks
drums and bricks

a little bit tawdry
conscience and laundry

meanwhile hatching under the full moon
yellow teeth pecked through white egg shells
biting the rusty udders of a barbed wire

straw centipedes marched down our throats
when they graduated from the morgan morgue
magna cum laude



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