Friday, January 1, 2016


I am the astrologer,
Poisoner, shaman, and witch
You cannot suffer to live.

Yay, me. I'm nonexistent.
You used to exist, I thought,
Although I no longer think.

The survivors of Salem
Had children had more children.
Survivors tend to do that

Insofar as they survive
Before and until they lose
Their reproductive drive. Well.

To drive is to live, he said
While he was navigating
Under improbable stars.

It is a new year, somewhere.
Somewhere, always, a new year
But nowhere a year could live.

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