Maybe the Zodiac killer of the ‘60s
disappeared from earth
or at least California
and true to his name
began stalking the night sky instead
Killing off constellations
he thought were rubbishy glitter,
or taking a razor to the Gemini Twins
for their sophistry
and pretense
Finally, someone stabbing new stories
into the darkness, a stiletto
cutting fresh scars
with needles of light: The Goblin,
The Madhouse Nebula,
The Killer Toys
Holding my hand, you point: "Look, there!
next to the Pleiades Morgue –
isn't that Ted Bundy?"
I say, no, it is Ted Hughes,
husband of Sylvia Plath, serial killer
of poetesses, his words slashing lines in poems
"Oh yes, I see that now, and
there's The Oven! Yes, yes
there she is, can you see Sylvia, her head,
that cluster of stars filling the kitchen
like vapor,
gas?"
Which makes the starlight fray and dim,
the night now a bit dark
even for me
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qbit 
There’s a Sylvia Plath Ouija board I saw on line with an oven for a planchette and the oven window is in the middle. And at the bottom of the board instead of just “GOODBYE” it says “GOODBYE cruel world.” You need dis.
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Oh hell yes!
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But i DID read it cos i am contrary.
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Right!! LOL!
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Only you could write this poem, qbit–and I mean that in a good way. It’s clever without being slick, it paints a novel conceit that once expressed seems obvious (the play on Zodiac Killer) but one which most would never even think of. I especially like the names of your new constellations, and the concise, lyric way you deal with Plath.
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Thanks so much. I had to give up though on my original ending: Ted Hughes/Ted Bundy serial poetess killer idea. Couldn’t land it and ran out of time.
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Curse that Fat Lady anyway!
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OK, I fixed it, put in the Ted Bundy/Hughes lines. Now a better transition to Plath and the ending. (Don’t bother reading it, just FYI.)
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A ‘do you see what I see’ celestial twist! Meshed into the Hughes/Plath saga, great write. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the title Virgo Rising, what I am.
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Ahahaha, that’s great.
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Fantastic write!
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Thank you!!
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oh, i like this. a dark night indeed. keen eye, finding the words oven and vapor in the list and making that connection, like some kind of donny-darko-like quantum loophole and jumping though, well done, very well written.
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Loving donny-darko quantum loophole!!!
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A stunning write, Qbit. Love the third stanza particularly but the whole thing is compelling. Love this line about Ted Hughes:
“…serial killer
of poetesses, his words slashing lines in poems.”
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