"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

i hate meeces to peeces

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




Spring 2019

bring me your unwashed poet

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!





Spring 2019 .. “life is a near death experience” ..

..RIP Dr. John..a.k.a. Mac Rebennack..

New Orleans Grand Zombie Warrior..


not a jazz cat

we talked death

we talked the track

my father’s horsewhispering


his mother  well coiffed

swearing like a sailor     (well she was a new yorker ape!)




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





Spring 2019   ..i saw a cat creeping..




she’s not a girl who misses much

i’ve been accused of snatching away the sunshine+daffs

promised for so long




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





+various leakages


the bluebird on the lion’s head won’t be eaten!




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





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)

better run for your life if u can little girl

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







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


said the poet to the fly





Spring 2019 🕷🕷🕷🕷





scar tissue

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



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






Spring 2019  ..RIP.. Poydie..a.k.a. fatboy..

why can’t we all just fade away?

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:










Spring 2019  ..nothingissimo blissimo..


life’ll kill ya

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



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






Spring 2019  ..M.A… May 19, 1946 – October 21, 2018…RIP

holy roe v. wade

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



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




i’ve got to pull a lazarus and i can’t even shine my shoes

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



my typewriter is




and i am

reduced to bird



just thought i’d

let you




(Charles Bukowski   8 count  1992)


Spring 2019



dying is an art

Sylvia Plath



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