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Oct 2017
they’re pouring out of the
woodwork
those pretentious machiavellians
in ailing albino frames
eccentric masked figures
milling about the glow light
like night moths
in a cold london fog

lunatic gazers
with seeping moles
pinned by frogmen and twine
spider climbers
on **** fire
splitting seams
in the fading
and hideous ink

guards of the perch
stand on hades hand
the monsters and demons
with severed limbs
taunting the condemned
and wanting
souls of the ******

cauldron fire
in blood red sky
silent screams
hack and wheeze
gas lines broken
words unspoken
teetering backward
on the dark shadows
of the phantom abyss
CK Baker
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CK Baker  Vancouver, BC
(Vancouver, BC)   
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