And onto Picknickmagick

And onto PickNickMagick
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 Spring songs
 Your tongue tasted of snow
 Summer hare skip
 Your traced mazed alone, the Teller
 The blue-bells toll for skull
 Crown queen of pearled worlds
 The train delayed by snow
 Or children's tricks on the god shelves
 Nipped into night to taste
 The lust of doves
 And the singing twins
 And with a white pen on black wood
 Vanish slit galaxies
 And yellow sundials
 And cropped spectres all
 Marching in time and crunch
 On their souls and clap their fame
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 Into porpoise rain
 My mother is sewn in the new insert
 The blues are dream dead and
 Spin like false clouds under the Dreamclock tick-tock
 Spanning steel and baby's howl
 When pierced through her full, beautiful heart in a crown of bay
 And laurel arches
 King Moon, come to my house
 And aid my breath
 Community is moving into smoke
 And stars going 'round and lost
 Crowns from her head
 In the beauty you fumed
 Anyway, I am as friendless as Caesars
 Now as then, the drunken enclave
 Has been night and crowls out into the spaces
 That she left me, moths and beautiful dust
 On the wings and on the petals
 If I have some advice for the teens
 Spell "Fuck prophecy" and
 Though their codes doze on
 Their signature's in your soul
 The book is hooked into your heart
 From that breath into birth that caused your all
 That dawn that formed you
 And the crux that scorned you
 And so much for Akkadian grammar and spelling
 Singing the last wedge after ישו
 The bray of dogs, the crow song over
 The black ringers
 The hobby horse, dead with their slip name
 And the bright cats nosing into the picknick quilt
 Shake that into your bread
 And write it in heaven with my name
 In pen and reeds and call me from the—
 Quick, drone beyond the dead home
 Into the birdsong, eternal!
 Speak to Shirley about an unreal death
 And how you thought you were skipping after butterflies
 And did not look for the wolf
 Hard behind your back!
 Snuck into the gingerbread house!
 And didn't see the witch twitch there
 As the Baal-storm raged!
 And the sticky-sweet walls folded you into her womb!
 The wolf womb, the fox funnel
 The six-six-six sick vessel!
 Treat fire like a lion!
 Devour the owl at the count road
 Sticks of shadows
 Clouds crack over clown crown
 Spin your lies from the juice noose farm
 Excrete your face again
 Into the muddy dawn
 And sing in the stinging storm
 That winked, as you sank into the salt!
 You raised your mouth
 To milk the sky and touched yourself
 And sang, "I am above the all and in the howl"
 I could not find your lips in the songs of the bees
 And forget-me-not fields!
 Of the glad and the dead
 And their fabled garland of ghosts and pearls
 And the rats on the way!
 And the cats soaring above the waves
 Singing mermaid meows
 And kissing the foaming flow
 Spilling out over all the ocean's hearts
 Ten years before your "Yes"!
 You drank dreams of eons
 Into your mouth