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Daytime moon over downtown Los Angeles:
something big is going to happen tonight.
I plan to hide in the hedge
but instead I wait for dusk
then enter the city with a gun.
Seven blocks to perdition,
I fire at psychotic planes deranging clouds,
bombing towers to the ground;
I fire at demons sucking souls through manholes, at
ghouls ripping tendons off bones.
I cry to the infernal sky.
And the ashes of my world
flutter by like bats.
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