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A very weird poem

Some stars 

Might be evil 

Might be devils

But I don’t know which

Because the evil ones hide

In tool sheds or tabernacles 

In burn pits

And

Scheme with green lobotomists

On a seemingly lazy Sunday

Eve

Reviews

[Green]

Well “a very weird poem” is an apt description for this, but that’s hardly a bad thing. I can’t say I think I fully grasped what was going on but that’s also not a bad thing. I embraced the uncertainty and just tried to go along with it. There’s a sense of latent paranoia while you read this, like we’re in some dystopian film and fighting against an ambiguous evil. I enjoyed its weirdness.