Out of Memory At Line 21 (for David Franks) by Chris Toll

Out of Memory at Line 21
for David Franks
by Chris Toll



A Nazi flying saucer
is stored in Hangar 18.
An ex-cop ex-con
pilots the flying saucer
to a planet
on the other side of the galaxy.
He extracts poison
from an imprisoned equation.
Satan is an agnostic,
I build my mansion
in the valley of the shadow of death,
and nothing is impossible at 3 a.m.
An ex-circus strongwoman
picks the lock of a door.
An ex-MI5 operative
hands a syringe
to an ex-Homeland Security special agent.
She bends over a bed.
The Word is my leopard
and your shoes are constellations.

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Chris Toll and his wife live in a castle in the Black Forest. They are invisible. They practice benevolent magic, and they are striving to uncreate certain horrors of the 20th Century.

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We have lost some giants the last few years. One of the biggest locally was the poet and prankster David Franks, who is also suspected to have been the Poe Toaster. Since his death it was the first year that no one showed at Poe's gravesite.