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Under-City I've seen your cities under leaves,           boldly bust'ling brown and green.   Delicate highways -                 the most dangerous of all,           crossing light years over sidewalks                           where monsters stomp and crawl. I am the spy, invasive,           and I see you as I prowl.    I poke and prod your mystery,                  an alien, I'm misery                           until I leave your grounds.

Web Dew Foggy-wet morning,     Dewy,       Glistened Magic beading off each web. No hurries mentioned,           I wander eastern… Find myself upon cold sand, Greeting the lazy tide           At the hazy dawn. Watch a fat sun climb,       Heavy-bottomed,     Barely breaching the horizon. The sea’s so determined to hold its gold,    Make him swim,           Keep it swolled, But he heaved as it seethed,            Circumference unruly,      Beats of flicker-whip stitching him high. The battle was lost,      The colours bled off:           A white sun hung bright,           Small yet so blinding           On blurr

Descension Maybe someone should pray for me today -                    Gather up your blessed be’s, amen, excelsius dei …        For I might fall apart some sleepless night.                I can’t stop myself -                    Floating like a Calusari looking for my aubrey.                   Firewalker on a mission,                             Død Kalm –                                          Counting, “3, 2, 1…”                 Irresistible ascension                                                        To the sun,                                                         Any star

Pilot I found you in your corner                     On a cloudy eve of spring         Half forgotten, scorned, bemused -                    Determined not to be deceived. You started with your crazy,           Swinging in your chair;  I caught my thoughts, belated                          And wondered what I was doing there. Watch my hero campaign down the hall                  Roland in a suit and tie assumed as armor                                                             - Tall and strong;                  My pilot through the monsters,                                The lies,                                              

Lava Lady to Wellington Witch She walks on stiff legs,          Stilted, tall - eight-inch heels    You can't help but watch          Wicked cool, wicked queer       And you ponder her name,       And you wonder her years. The Wellington Witch,             A whispered history,                     Before time began,          Involving children and houses,                 A California mansion                  With a mountain of wealth                  And a valley of tears All for you, Lava Lady, lovely             She had it all - she knew. But as these things go,                     It got out of hand. Such a beautiful face,