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Pudding Spooks

Alex S. Johnson

Dip the deadly night shades on,
still wet—the forms shudder forth, cursing
new breath, egging the Old Ones on.
Chthonic coughs rattle in the throat—a time of insurrection, tears streak meteoric. A ripple of whipped dreams crests the pudding. Spooks say the weirdest things.

In chipped glass, in the crooked hands of trees,
in black mirrors ever receding, we learn
the true names of silver, wracking lungs
in the spirit of Torque’s Armada. His long fingers
feft burns where the soul fled, laden with
heavy glyphs. The ring finger fades with agonizing
slowness, as stones skipped us. We who still believe
mourning becomes erotic. That way you may
tend, between the fires and the chattering teeth, as
treachery jogs kindness, eyes cajole a merry
witch way forward. They, les autres,
pluck strange, the flowers of doom, drafting
for the army of belief.

Some desserts are just.
That, the thick black mass
tickled with a spoon.
The cup’s heart closing mysteries,
the tracks of tears,
the trick of being thick, candied me.
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