THE SEASON OF ALL SOULS

In such a manner
as each unlucky star
who found fate
like an easy mate
among the music
and the sighs
of Autumn
and its late-night whiskey bars
...that likewise
ghosts who keep the elements
deep in the cash of the city,
deep in the hunger of the earth
prevail with all their humble tears
upon those red
October skies
...harvest to kiss
and fruit to seed
among the living
and the dead
...the corpse who walks!
...the haunts who bleed!

whose nature
holds up both despair and bliss

and whose universe, talks
within the codes on my computer screen,

and, on the other hand,
whose electrons dance
with sex
and wine of the heart
in graceful cheers
upon such air
as kindles frost...

In such a manner
is the fire of nighttime found,
and hanging from the pillory of chance
those smug in their piety
drink a drunken shock of devil leers
discovering the terror
of the lost.

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