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Archive for the day “July 28, 2019”

they shoot behemoths don’t they?

(venezuelan poodle moth)


the groundhogs chased youngest up the

back stairs  snarling   their progeny people

the house now   the house that housed the:



threebros onesister

tendogs  twentyfourpups

onerabbit  onesquirrel  fish


oneturtle eaten by poodle


backsplit ravinehouse  sunsets in living room  reds

boy who killed his mother returns  prodigal-jerry  in a

bathrobe  now his orange javelin spewing dust of

the dead:





all dogs


so far


the still alive  inhabit new houses  while the earlier house

decomposes in their basements   in their dreams   and

new moths eat the new clothes  and the family pretends

their moth problem has been solved






Summer 2019 once someone had lived; there had been a house..

(Virginia Woolf  To The Lighthouse  1927)



(transmutation of blacksonovitch the family poodle

now a poodle moth in heaven)

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