Once but not for long
Meetings were held in the basement.
The aggressives launched
Bake sales, took up collections--
The weakers gave,
Bought muffins--
The motion was raised to erect an obelisk
To anarchy, have its lurching shadow divide
The walk to town.
It never happened, people stopped
Showing up--
A hollow toll pealed across the duck pond,
As early rain droplets and bread for the birds
disrupted the purity of evening
And the anticipation of planned disaster.
Lisa Frankenstein, Night Swim, There’s Something in the Barn
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For a while there I thought Zelda William’s LISA FRANKENSTEIN was right up
my eighties-loving alley but that dalley turned out to be a dead end and I
end...
17 hours ago
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