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The Sham.

by

Roland Bastien

To reap the alms
To quiver lore
An intruder alleges
Without gliding his voice
In his lair
One must destroy
The omen
Ooze the soot
Through its veins.
The hex rules the world
Allots
The spell
Flutters
The jest
Flees
The realm


Stance

by

Roland Bastien

Floss shred
Swine
Halved a rustle
Over Butterfly winds
I'd withheld from my hiss
Sifted evidence
Slanted eyes
Slid mind
Where bobies had lain
Who snarled
Behind the haze
Of the windshield?
My ankle was
Thickened waves
it riled me as an urchin
A hive
I detested that stance.

Open letter to a Dilettante lady

by

Roland Bastien

My mind dives
Ere
Pearl reflets
Their erratic
lines.
A fremitus crosses my genome
From a dead dark liver
A sort of erythrocyte
EUREKA! EUREKA!
I saw a friend
O death
O lemures.

Deathless

by

Roland Bastien

Flitting over woes
While eyes
Brimming with hot tears
From past wars
Souls
Who bleat at the will
The glee of lore.

They flee to watery sheen
From purgatory
Where magic sounds awake
Sleepers upon genomes
And neural synapses.

Soldiers forearm
Dragonflies and cringing
Gurgle onto clouds.
Stream bear, fresh flesh

Ecstasy
Oh wretched haze
Nothing loath
Doors are clogged
By bloodshed
A day apart.

Factual Theory

by

Roland Bastien

Daygloo
Flatloop blows water.
Long-term memory.

May I ask who calling the Nun?
Who flashing the red spot under the ocean?

Green waters.
Inside beach!
Who cares?
Who declines?
Who fakes the night?
He must be blind.
The moon must have a filter.
Empty hyperbole
For a factual theory.