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    <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 04:32:34 +0100</pubDate>
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      <title>Magic You Encournter</title>
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      <author>easyeverett</author>
      <description><![CDATA[[B]I cut the deck of cards 
and saw a little speck 
of mutilated magic 
get stuck inside a rut upon the floor 
An episodic irritant quite 
tenuous and tragic 
when a monolithic magic 
from a funerary deck 
can knock the locks off your ront door 

I'd seen it all before 
but now this momentary magic 
morphed once more 
to raise the whore of Babylon 
with seven heads of heaven 
on a viper's viscous body 
and embedded silver-wings of tempered steel 

A pestilential diachronic prophet 
on the cusp of corrupted cogitation 
who bellows loud with fetid breath - 
a galvanizing Hittite from the Testament of old 

A barbarous carnivore 
belched from the belly of the Beast 
where drowned Phoenician 
sailors with their skin 
encrusted in 
the salty brine of sea 
have viral spores that leak and pour 
gregarious plague 
in a rampant spasm of contraction 
through protracted pulse reaction 
spilling out in gross eruptions 
all corruption 
mixed with rum and blood and golden grains 
of axial occlusion 

Magic morphs again 
a truck drivin' man 
with Japanese beetles for his eyes 
a wraith with tantric scratches 
on his back 
a book of fancy matches 
and a pack 
of Camel cigarettes 

&quot;Need a smoke &quot; the trucker jokes 
then coughs up clots of cloudy blood 
He takes another toke 
as the blood becomes a flood 

&quot;No thanks&quot; I say 
&quot;I must be on my way 
I'm heading for revival 
to ensure my own survival 
and I'm late for my arrival 
but I thank you anyway&quot; 

He melts down to a cricket 
in a thicket by the truck 
A sticky little wicket 
is a cricket in the muck 

Extraordinary things 
occur on some occasions 
to ordinary beings 
as magical invasions 

We cannot be defined 
by our picnics in the pine 
or even understood 
by strolling through the wood 

Every day in every way a man must learn 
to be what a man must be 
Don't confront the fire 
of another's private burn 
And don't pretend to see what you never really see 
Just let the world in leisure turn 
upon its axis free 
then magic you encounter 
will be counted revelry[/B]]]></description>
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