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Fall 1922

The spokes of Alice’s bicycle twizzle like a cyclone Akin to an ox-cart wagon wheel hauling limestone In her case the payload is a day-old roll and scone Life has become hardscrabble since the dead zone

Left impotent after Freemasons contained source Nearly every lost soul confined by cabalistic force Completed the Grand Lodge alarms the concourse The gilded tower stands ominous like a dark horse

Alberts’ home and River Park run off of the power The ley line beneath the monolith has turned sour Unable to speak with spirits the Hanchers’ scour That is until Arthur Conan Doyle visits the tower

Alice arrives home to a porch littered with press She hands Hattie a scone as she begins to assess Alberts and Schultz flank a stout man of success The famed author is gracing their gas lit address

‘You know I can’t’ Hattie rejects Alice’s opposition ‘You’re a Hancher’ she avows ‘It is our life mission’ The matriarch preps the group for communication ‘Excuse the mess – we have lapsed on precognition’

The formidable medium is draped in a white robe Flashes from newspaper cameras radiate a strobe The bell box chime tingle’s Conan Doyle’s earlobe In a circle ten sit letting any present spirits probe

After a great deal of stillness Alice begins to moan She grips Marie-Agnes’ hand squeezing to the bone Alice’s mind struggles to penetrate the dead zone When she does Bois-Brûlés repeats in an irate tone

Freemasons control soldiers but not the non-status The souls of 369 Métis languish outside the stratus The wild-eyed guide returns ready to head a fracas He merges with the vessel - his men become mucus

Another quiet spell passes before Ann releases gas Hattie follows with a burp – it continues en masse Eventually emanations leak out and begin to amass The thick matter emulates a cloud of the lower-class

While the guests discharge Alice rubs her throat Rope burn sears across her collar and is of note Old Schultz watches Alice and gives way to dote Her eyes set in a gaze aimed to alarm and demote

The old codger ceases spewing when Riel appears ‘Louis’ Schultz asks the medium rapt by his fears Her face overlaid with one he hasn’t seen in years Schultz’ sons secrete teleplasm as the vessel nears

The séance chamber swells with milky discharge The cumulus of appendages yearns to be at large Freedom comes when participants start to barge The mass of Métis beelines for an electric charge

Back at the séance Alice chokes the dazed geezer When his wilted body goes limp she has a seizure The press flood in but Ann won’t let them near her Alberts and Conan Doyle escape back to the tower Hattie and Marie-Agnes subdue the twin masons Alice comes to enveloped by Schultz’s vibrations Her higher self gets away without complications She scurries to the source siphoning operations

The chalky teleplasm shrouds the electric home Wisps of spectral hands permit fingers to roam The miscreant digits tap into an unknown ohm Then it departs to crack the Lodge’s gilt dome

The crepitating cloud creeps onto the midway River Park guests can see inside it like an x-ray A boy in a sailor suit waves at the murky ballet Distorted Métis faces smile back from the grey

The sinewy shape of it clutches the Deep Dipper Its gooey vines tighten around the roller coaster The guests run as beams buckle under pressure The teleplasm transmutes in to stormy weather

The Grand Lodge’s quiet except for a mystic hum Sacred geometry keeps source under its thumb While Alberts taps into the ley line with aplomb River Park powers up whenever souls succumb

Alice rides her bike through the fleeing crowd She passes the dodgems under a forming cloud Stopping at the sign ‘Only Freemasons allowed’ Alice enters the Lodge with her mind endowed

Inside is a staircase flanked by two marble bison Square and compass embossed on a large apron Alice believes the hieroglyphs may be Egyptian but knows for sure the conductor is Freemason Beyond the rotunda sits an electrical contraption The gaudy device is of her Da’s dark abstraction Monetizing souls with the Schultz’s benefaction Alice merely unplugs it causing a chain reaction

Outside the cloud of teleplasm emits rumbles Bolts of emotionally charged lightning humbles Alice runs as the black starred ceiling crumbles Falling quartz smashes the device into jumbles

‘If I had known’ Alberts shouts from the 2nd floor Alice looks up to her Da and the creator of lore Conan Doyle jots down descriptors of the décor Her Da appeals ‘I should have been your mentor’

‘Nelly did fine’ Hattie retorts with renewed gusto Marie-Agnes and Ann come to bring the last blow The ladies tip the debris to free an ethereal glow so a golden ray rockets into the sky and river flow

The undulating puff of teleplasm enters the beam The sticky effluence is absorbed into the stream After muted months all can hear spirits scream Brains squeeze and ears bleed as the pleas teem

Alice swears she can see Nelly and Walters’ face Hattie, Ann and Marie-Agnes are frozen in place Striding towards the unsealed ley line with grace The fearless medium turns out to be a divine vase

The golden ray retreats back to the exhumed clay Source has been sealed - Alice closed the gateway The collapsed tower stands in darkness and decay Alberts lobs the bard’s notes into the relaxing grey

Weeks later and River Park is still without energy Due to damage The Deep Dipper is in jeopardy Attendance will wane and so too the memory Save for the Second Empire without electricity  

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Prologue: 1901

In the beginning River Park shows little temperance Sin lurks past the Crazy House’s daliesque entrance  Carousel operators and performers of maintenance All gamblers beware the stakes can get treacherous

Squarely sat at the cash covered table is Aunt Ann  She peers over her cards splayed out like a silk fan Puffing on rollies and wearing trousers like a man Her joy abates when a girl enters selling pemmican

Her rage grows when the youth becomes collateral  ‘Her Ma’s dead’ utters the degenerate sitting lateral Just then Ann releases something so preternatural The table tips – players are rapt by the odd folderol

Grabbing the 9-year-old Ann flees the hostile game the girl’s guardian brawls for bucks without shame  nearing the porch Ann can see Nelly’s backlit frame Babe-in-arm Nelly inquires ‘and what is your name’

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Death

Now let’s get to the juicy intuitive stuff Hang on tight as it is going to get rough Because this is the 13th major arcana A nameless card that brings the drama Reaper and scythe astride a pale horse A death-rebirth cycle begins its course Towers and a setting sun in the bygone Finales come when this card gets drawn Repeating bad habits and old dynamics Change crushes kings just like ceramics A boost out of being stuck in our ways A higher self awaits whilst death slays  

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Marigold

Sensitive to an early frost It’ll cost all of Mary’s gold The cold coins she tossed The lost return to the fold Savouring the red exhaust Accosted at the threshold By its pungent auburn control All of its medicinal benefits aside It cannot revive any who’ve died  But it can ignite that light inside The symbol of strength and beauty It’s strung up to soften the spooky

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Everything is Copy

No matter how sloppy Everything is copy You caught me in a vine Then shared it all online The collective unconscious a big wreck or auspicious Filed away in a digital folder File suit when you get older Hidden beneath that canopy each shade is considered copy Caught your collapse in all-caps Rewrote your relapse in key taps Poetic license cannot be revoked  Law of Ephron has been invoked whatever you say ink can embody because today everything is copy

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A Suffering

Wake-up on the wrong side of the bed Still better off than the unburied dead Somnambulism shuffling through life Precariously poised atop Telos’ knife Positive phrase across the hair shirt Crawl on glass to express inner hurt  Ironclad resistance to inevitable end  Tied to the tracks unable to transcend   Negativity coalesced in consciousness  Concocted sensations of temporariness Ruthless assault on our deepest feeling   The propensity to dwell in a suffering Yet in spite of the obvious discordance Mortality allows our lives significance  Tiny victories over the impermanence  Wake-up on the wrong side of the gutter  Recall what made that person so stellar Weave those qualities amidst your DNA Then spread the benefits out everyday

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Dark Night of the Soul

Christmas in Connecticut was on the hospice TV She said she liked looking at the old outfits  Who wears chiffon and a fur coat to bathe a baby  Cracking jokes as she tries to keep her wits When he slips she taps a deep seeded audacity Promising to play all of their greatest hits I can’t help but be blown away by the alchemy A last breath caused an ego death inside of me In the recesses reassessing who is in control Learning a lesson on the oppression I own Atone for it all in the dark night of the soul In the morning stunned by what has grown Bestowed with a clear vision of a life’s goal

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New Ageism

Cut out the middleman And his left gilded hand His knowledge is on sale for access across the veil  No returns or warranty  Only a shaky guarantee  Granted there’s a reason It’s located in each season Weakened under the sun Revived when it’s all done Awakened like a mechanism Cogs connect to new ageism Aligning hues of the chakras                                                  in tune with astral cameras Focused on the here and now Expanding on the sacred Tao Bad thoughts adrift like clouds Air-balloons coast over crowds Mementoes of our past altruism are bartered in this new ageism

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Hell House

Check in bell, book and broom Baths for cephalopods to dowse Hourly succubus in every room Walls eclipsed by a primal louse The cellar/attic wait to consume Entombed like a trapped mouse In the damp mouth of this… Hell House Guests with unfinished business Haunt hallways for forgiveness Only to find a stifling darkness Front door cracked wide-open Windows all sealed up tight Show your likes with hemoglobin The flora in the conservatory bite So whether ghost, ghoul or goblin It’s a great place to spend the night    

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Status Report: Year One

‘Twas the third coldest winter The ol ‘97 flood was dethroned Followed by the wettest summer Our soaking home was postponed ‘Twas Randy’s hardest condo to sell Another record breaking bombshell Eventually humidity melted it all away Like the empty Pemby on the highway Spend Sunday tailgating in Winnipeg Eleven candidates on the ballot box  Angela Chalmers hates the fkn cops Crickets croaking up honey-dill sauce while whitetails play who’s the boss All roads closed because of sinkholes Formal wear just means golf clothes Life goals are helping those lost souls So when cowboys asks: why’d ya’ll stay  My dear magpie will emphatically say Hey! We ain’t leaving ‘til we meet John K. 

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Justice

Please take what resonates and leave what does not Justice card will adjudicate A foil with no blind spot Swiftly slicing an unfair fate A lack of culpability is taught An imbalance will manipulate But fair decision will be brought Equilibrium of an erratic weight Upright the onus is a juggernaut  Those scales of life lessons affiliate Appropriateness cannot be bought 

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Aster

It will never be a daisy  A sunflower in loamy soil Bloom when it gets hazy The final star to yield its oil Driving pollinators crazy Delivered by a goddess’ roil Tears became asteraceae Burn wherever snakes coil Reciting Greek mythology Or anywhere the spirits toil Embroiled emblematically Still it will never be a daisy

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Girls’ Night

They’re cracking beers on the ice They’re dirty dancing in the clubs They want their pads at no price Unfit to rear their unborn cubs Those girls wanted to have fun Now their sovereignty is done Report back to a suburban cell No hocus pocus or witches spell The hysteria will not help you  Puritan attitude embodies virtue Stoicism fuels your shared plight as all obey the laws of girls’ night Needle dinks with spiked drinks Old white finks on the golf links Glass clinks ring while she sinks Hole-in-one! Been a helluva run but now their autonomy is done Girls are BANNED from having fun

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Lightworker

A brilliant blast of influence Influx of ad free content  Download exists ambiguous Upgrade was underwent Purpose arises conspicuous Appended to mortal torment Roadblocks are an ignorance  Fact is: it is how it was meant Bask in the blast of brilliance Buckle beneath the pavement  but never embrace petulance Stay lit when it gets unkempt for these rays hold resonance

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Shadow Work

Don’t turn on the lights I am toiling in the dark Reevaluating past sights  Key moments that spark Center on elapsed nights A silhouetted pockmark  Shade melt in floodlights Triggers receive last rites  Laboured in locked rooms  Taking stock like a clerk Huffing synaptic fumes Self-worth is not a quirk Pulling useless legumes Doing my shadow work So when reality resumes I’ll have nothing to shirk  

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Rate Me

From a five star to a one star There is no middle ground An expanse cultivated too far  The 3 and 4 cannot be found It’s all in atop a high/low bar Dethroned or be crowned Gleam until deemed subpar Grovel until we can rebound Dix or nix - Make up your mind See the fit are feeling so inclined It’s all rate me and I will rate you Cast decree with a spectrum of 2 It’s either yea/nay or it’s ja/nein There’s no time left for us to opine Bookends have broken the spine

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Clockwork

A tick-tock a time block The 6 seconds set aside to let the algorithm slide gliding athwart into zones but only getting lazybones or those outside the cogs the rest are at their jobs With face in a set of hands Meet up to manufacture plans A tick-tock It’s all a crock From the cop to the clerk We all run like clockwork The annual trip that we take to our hour-long lunch break The same time the same place Stick twelve figures to our face Then with arrowheads for arms  Schedule reminders to set alarms