so my dream home has mice and
centipedes bigger than husband #3
ok with me as on cold nights they
keep me company +will scurry quickly
for refills
the mouse hunter charged us 368.88 for
traps filled with noxiousgas and #3 is
acting strangely while i search high +
low for my debris
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Spring 2019
i’m lighting out to see lady liberty
streetmeat +art overload some bones
+bass at dizzy’s place where a big man
in a black cape will whisk me out the
backdoor wrote about him before pg. 35
of my book
wizard of the carré finds me on this day
+slips me the answer like when over lobster
cantonese my 95 yr. old mother’s fortune cookie
said: your future is known!
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Spring 2019 .. “life is a near death experience” ..
..RIP Dr. John..a.k.a. Mac Rebennack..
New Orleans Grand Zombie Warrior..
we talked death
we talked the track
my father’s horsewhispering
glorydays
his mother well coiffed
swearing like a sailor (well she was a new yorker ape!)
motherproud
1 brother likely dead
in coming days
a cat in pool this morn harbinger
of cat goddess bast sitting on his
brother’s chest
at florida hospice where my football bro
kissed the sky angry nurses unstudied
in extreme compassion told me:
we measure life here in months weeks
days hours minutes
so how long does my brother have?
repeated each morning + it was
NEVER months or weeks just breaths
loud+long heart of a racehorse
too strong 2,306
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Spring 2019 ..i saw a cat creeping..
i’ve been accused of snatching away the sunshine+daffs
promised for so long
trickydickypoet
but life is like that too so i am simply presenting you
with unvarnishedtruths
btw read sedakis for laughs or don’t
come here for words unminced +fools suffering
and i will goddamnguaranteeyou a portal to the way out
with:
dignity
grace
doubt?
+various leakages
the bluebird on the lion’s head won’t be eaten!
(gotcha)
fear fear but put it away now and walk into your final third
saggy bits flapping in a chilly morning truth u weren’t put
here to be happy but u were
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Spring 2019
..people complain about the bad things that happen to em
that they don’t deserve..but they seldom mention the good..
about what they done to deserve them things..i don’t recall that
i gave the good lord all that much cause to smile on me..
but (s)he did.
(Cormac McCarthy No Country For Old Men 2005)
saw the giant peregrine in big tree out back
my family being stalked by raptors one on
a branch a foot from my head talons bloodyred
i should have run but cannot hide these huge
hawks messengers from the otherside
harbingers of death in most cultures unlike
vultures they eat prey alive poor little mice
rabbits and prairie voles (i live with one who is
six foot three +tasty) 2 lifted my football brother
from his hospice bed
but this poem is going in another direction due to
poet’s misguided promises of sunshine+daffodils
come spring most of us can weather intense grief
+be spat out in about 7 months give or take
naked
limpid
+largely
insane
but that’s ok winter is done +due to freak nor’westers
hundreds of icebergs are arriving on the shores of lake ontario
many harbouring the newly departed and as they melt in the
sunshine the dead will alight daffodil in hand +ready to fight
i also have a nice
piece of
land for sale
in the florida
everglades
said the poet to the fly
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Spring 2019 🕷🕷🕷🕷
he is being put down as I write his plight
not unusual for a 9 yr. old british bully white
with one beige eye nothing else beige about
the guy
a hellion
a biter
still have scar inside right wrist a favourite
bit of poetforeskin bitten over+over+over again
he was polish like our father’s people best bullies
from polish puppymills massive heads bred to
take bulls down if need be flappy neckskin a lot
like me can withstand yanking+stretching in combat
i liked him best when shortsqueaks escaped his lips
immortalized on pgs. 51+82 of my book when he spoke
like this he sounded real that is like a human child
belonged to my skinnybro
childless like me
this madbully was our kid in first year alone 80,000
bucks in surgeries scars too numerous to count but
we’re no pussies when it comes to surgeries or scars
468 stitches held our father lee mother +brother marty
together
lee’s vertical
mother’s horizontal
forming a kind of cross
if u put them together
brother’s down below gruesome+scabrous
the sign of the cross keeps vampires at bay it just doesn’t
work as well on everyday run of the mill cancers heartstoppages
+general brokenness by 60
but the beauty of scar tissue is:
that come resurrection day
the scarred shall be first
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Spring 2019 ..RIP.. Poydie..a.k.a. fatboy..
she became upset when i grabbed the box
of 144 teabags i will never use them all before
i die so this is why she wants us to buy the small
size of: everything
except i doubt she’s dying she’s been saying this
very thing from the beginning i’ll never make it to
your bar mitzvah he’s 26 +she’s a very alive 95
when i said: i will take the tea bags home after you’re
dead she was unimpressed ya sure you will i.e..,
she knows they will go into the garbage along with the
giant box of: Replens don’t ask don’t tell
yesterday she told my skinny bro (not chubbychubby
as the other one is known by the filiipinos at her retirement
home) to bring one bandaid at a time to stanch her near
invisible grief
mostly since she lost a son she appears to be in the kind
of cocoon i wish i were in the kind where u feel:
zilch
nada
nothingissimo
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Spring 2019 ..nothingissimo blissimo..
at about 3 am we hurtled thru TO streets in an
ambulance bro’s girlfriend having an event young
paramedic slid needle into vein without skipping
a beat
bro+i bouncing
girlfriend trancing
+writhing
once at mount sinai girlfriend projectile vomitting
bro+i still pre-ptsd but barely in corridor a cop
with a gun guarding a woman redhair +slurring
i’m 48 yrs. old +i look just like my mother
looking good! said my brother
woman now flailing at his head
i’m 62 +i look just like my mother there’s no guard
outside my room yet violent rambo fantasies
flickering kicking doors down at a shady florida
hospice bilking another brother too sick for his
last stand
sister intercedes
pulls pin on grenade
now hurtling down interstate 95 old bro riding bitch
and very much alive 73 tomorrow his hair blowing in
the breeze
when we get to canada
old bro will be free
a new man with a future and everything
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Spring 2019 ..M.A… May 19, 1946 – October 21, 2018…RIP
would someone please send up the
bat signal for me? people all around
me entrenched in their tics one even
asked me to re-phrase an observation
as a question so i did
why are u so full of fuckery?
the answer is blowing and the winds in
canada can be fierce in may they rip thru
machinations like shit thru a canada goose
i need the bat signal most urgently so that
the caped crusader a christfigure if there ever
was one might rescue me from contraryfuckery
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but much more seriously the women of alabama
need more than jesus right now
the vote is in no abortions even in cases of rape + incest
so please do send up the batsignal for them too
*if passed the new law would make performing an abortion
a felony punishable by 10-99 years in prison which is more
than the penalty for rape
how’s that for fuckery?
Spring 2019
a day of glaucoma testing now pretty testy saw more
blindfolks than i can ever remember seeing and
seeing is not overrated talking is talk a thing to
death and it will die
like 11:11
talked it up recently all spiritual newagey and now i
see only 11:08 and u know u cannot wait for the universe
to give u 1’s it will only give u chilblains where u sit w-a-i-t-i-n-g
and waiting is for godot worshippers and i am all heathen
• a follower of a polytheistic religion; a pagan i need to pull
a lady lazarus but first
come poet
shut up
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my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and i am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought i’d
let you
know,
fucker.
(Charles Bukowski 8 count 1992)
Spring 2019
dying is an art
Sylvia Plath
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