anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Saturday, March 21, 2026
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A Hero’s Doom
I was walking down Grant
Street and
I passed
Someone who looked
Dreadful
“Why do I feel so dead?”
I asked.
He who was no Priestess looked at
Me with disgust or disdain and said nothing.
“The Priestess of the dead has a face like whey.”
-Jack Spicer
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