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DEATH SOCIAL

LIVE FIRE IN A PHANTOM RAIN

Pranks played on death dens Break bins and stir shocks Tipping tides and war waves In a cluster of fume and doom You call I stall You call I get the ball You call She gets the doll These plays are fun plays Not the crucifier of live charcoal In some phantom rain

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PLAYFUL POEM FOR MY MANY CHILDREN

Pan, pan pan pan The dogs are barking The cats are mewing The lions are roaring And we are playing Pan pan pan pan Panana pan pan pan   Na na na naaaa Go ahead and fall Our mummies will not call They’ve gone to the mall To fill their precious stalls Na na nana […]