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Western Carolinian Volume 61 Number 07 (08)

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  • 08 invisible academy! 10.19.95 one act tragedy in marc's trailer on halloween we stayed up all night to watch plan 9 from outer space in the graphite stillness of five am— our eyes bunched together, straining to extract a visual from the warped flickering screen. our chee-toes fallen to the thick mangled jungle of carpet, our cocks stiff on vampira's pale butyraceous breasts dripping over the tight black fabric of her burial dress. all four telamones unmoving, as not to disturb the fickle reception, while i swim through invisible television rays —beaming in from a hundred thousand foot towers to a million american satellites down through the great smoky mountains down jones cove road into one aluminum foiled ear— into the kitchen to microwave some cheese dip & when i come back in to sit on the extraneous wooden chair i bump into some unseen atomic particle and fuck up the horizontal on marc's zenith. the chorus turns gorgon eyes on me from the fold-out bed, then aside to the emptiness of the coliseum waiting for dawn. my face framed in steam, i sit ashamed in the vapid black and white strobe. —J.S. Conrad Halloween Orange sky at night, October mystery in the harvest moon. Shadows— spaces to be filled by imaginations. Imagination— the beginning of all dreams. Dreams— the breeding ground of impish grinning ghouls who keep vigil for spirits of evil. And painted children dance like devils to keep them away. —Scott Francis Ode to October 31 What does the candle burning low inside a jack o'lantern think about on All Hallows' Eve? Sweating wax. left to die trapped under the crudely carved flesh cap of the pumpkin. wind whipping the flame into brief frenzy blurs the front-porch view through triangular portholes of punk girls in purple lipstick and death metal t-shirts, monster nougat in a reflective plastic bag dropped in the gutter, the rote repetitive rising of Dracula from death in a yuppie's trontyard. A black cat slinks past, sniffing with distaste at the reek of totting pumpkin. A tew minutes after midn.ght. nothing left but the wick the cLT E * rdd,C °f h0t WaX and PumPk'" PU1P. nto ,n h M°nCe aS leena*e vanda,s ^-h the universe •nto another s.ckly yellow smear across the concrete. —Dominique Delamort
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