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Last night,

I was awoken by a raven

that had flown in through

my open window, and

perched itself atop my book-case.

.

Who is there? I cried.

Let me give you what for!

But t’wasn’t human that answered.

.

Said the raven,

“Dinty Moore”

.

Tell me, bird, I asked.

Are you an omen, or divine?

Is this a message of the future?

 Of what I have in store?

But my plea it went unanswered.

.

Said the raven,

“Dinty Moore”

.

Wait, I said,

as suddenly I knew.

Dinty Moore?

The beef-stew?

.

Is that why you bother me?

Is this what you tout?

Is that why you woke me?

.

Said the raven,

“I’ll show myself out.”

 

part two

 

The next morning,

still in my kerchief & night-gown,

I sat with a cup of coffee at

the breakfast nook;

lit a bowl, & pondered my

passerine pop-in ad.

.

And how, despite the intrusion,

I suppose some beef-stew

did sound pretty good.

.

When suddenly,

there was a tapping at my window.

It was another raven!

This one dressed smart —

.

In a pressed white shirt

with black tie — taut.

On a card table was an e-meter.

.

Said the raven,

“Would you like to see a thought?”

Ghosts of refreshment past

Grandma

told us she would make us

her famous lemonade.

But she didn’t have all the ingredients. So,

she asked us to pray to God for a lemon.

We did,

— but none was forthcoming.

To our surprise, grandma just smiled, winked & said,

she would make lemonade out

of our predicament.

… But none of us were looking to drink

that shit.

 


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I used to know a girl named, Sincerely.

When she moved away,

I tried to write her a letter to

express all the things in my heart.

It was a very short letter.

It began,

Dear Sincerely,

George.

P.S. Once again,

I have run out of room.

ii.

Then, at the bottom of the letter,

I added a bunch of X’s and O’s.

Telling her,

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Modern necromancy

The restless spirit of the

Spanish ventriloquist, Senor Wences

has begun communicating through me,

using my hand as a vehicle, just

as he once did his famous characters.

ii.

I say this to you, confidentially, &

only because, Senor Wences, has intimated 

that he has something very important

to tell you …

about the future!

iii.

So, pull up a chair, as I

don’t want you miss

a single word.

iv.

But before you do,

let me first apply some lip-stick to

my thumb and forefinger.

v.

Because, friend,

there is something else I should tell you.

Senor Wences —

wants to kiss you!