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hay fever

Elron Hubbard and Jack Parsons
are playing cowboys and injuns
with Nasa in Lovecraft's attic

but jet propulsion
just don't make the music
that makes magick happen

and poetry is for pussies

ritual went the way of theatre;
hundred second segments
disguised in Guy Fawkes' masks
sterile

as the lost art of conversation.

Paint a seven foot pentagram
and chant for me any sounds
that will suspend that illness in us
which makes us forget that every moment
is an odd bargain with impossibility

which still hasn't realized it's been duped
so run like there will be hell to pay

or at least don't bump into me
when you've realized
the whores' tongue splits truth
Written by lightbaron
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