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you never see

the aftermath of an

exorcism – just the

ruddy happy family so

relieved the spirit’s gone but


what about the ribs that

banged against the ceiling or the

joints that took a beating from

contorting like a crab the


spine must a be a mess with

crushed up crumbled vertebrae

from the head’s violent

spinning like a

dreidel on speed the


spleen is likely

ruptured from haphazard

levitation and the

brain bounced and

bruised a ping pong

in the skull – and then


there’s the mental side from

acting like a jerk a

long list of sorrys and

amends the soul


could use some soothing

to coax it back in place to

recover from the

houseguest that

was literally

from hell – of course


all this jazz is as seen on

TV – but demons don’t

restrict themselves to



-ryn gargulinski.12.04.13

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JOE: a bumble bee poem

beware of bees sign

I felt bad – for a moment – to

watch the bee twitch to

see his two front legs

flail crazed on his

back jacked

from the cup

I had smushed

through his middle I


felt bad – for an instant – as

I crushed his bee head

with a rock – that


buddha stuff

says not to

kill things & I

shall very well go

to hell but it was

such a human

reaction when his

fuzzy bee bottom

grazed my

lip as I took a

sip of coffee & then


glanced in the

cup to see

the bee

so gleeful

& merry

as he

tainted the

last drop

of joe.


ryn gargulinski.02.17.13