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By Nik * * * When the light is right, my shadow casts a shadow. We are all monsters. * * * Without warning you fall off your tricycle and you're dead. * * * Broken nail scratches an invisible line. Transparent tape life. * * * Moon and me -- we did it. Stars are nails holding tarpaper sky. Moon is a hammer head. I am the handle. We beat the stars into place following no design. Our hammer whimsy created your astrology slash destiny. We're very sorry. * * * Drowned Child small, blonde. eyes are gone. tiny lifejacket put on wrong. wet, bloated. on surgical tray. smell of rot, ocean spray. waxy, white, ridiculous. clothing on a fish foetus. * * * changes in the window a few parallel lines spin on their spines and the sun so suddenly dies * * * Collapsed silver lungs litter the streets, now that we've finished the potato chips. * * * A foreigner from a country of one -- no one speaks my mother tongue. * * * Playing the twist on a tiny silver trombone. Destroyed paperclip. * * * Orange orbs twined in vine already glow as though they cradle candles. * * * i never gobble dee gook. i slowly eat dee gook wif knife & fork. * * * Thanks to my efforts the sound of rats in the walls has changed to a smell. * * * You're not smart enough to understand how stupid I am. * * * Gardener sleeps in. Seeds snore in the envelope. Luscious wave of weeds. * * * Distended belly full of blue unborn baby. Shy frog in the grass. * * * The chess pieces look much better to me in their starting positions. * * * London (AP) -- Nicolas Walter, an internationally known anarchist
died of cancer on March 7 in the central England town of Milton Keynes, British
newspapers reported Monday. He was 65. According to CBC newsworld, a curling champ named Sandra Schmirler -- who won
Canada the gold in Nagano, Japan -- died of cancer. She was from Biggar, Saskatchewan. |