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Sunday, May 24, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: BYOR*

      * Bring Your Own Religiosity
"In hoc signo vinces," 
whispers God to Constantine:
the sign of the cross.
One tears, one fears, without one's beers.
One weeps without one's wine:
the cryin' off the sauce.

     Moral:
Ain't no "...hoc..."
without no hock.*


     * Cf. "Hoc est enim calix 
sanguinis mei" and all that.

"The Laughing Caviar"
Ulysses Poe
chemical marker on
copy paper
digitally modified
5" by 5"

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