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

ode to insufferable hipsters+their suffering dogs

some vile imposter in there  shrill+headslam  bellows

ABORT!  ABORT!    is it fear?   hell yes   that cocoon lover

will be dust should i become  madame butterfly🦋   but i am

stealth   i trick my lazymind and say:


guess what?   u don’t have to write today!


these pens+papers are just being arranged  on the desk

(as hip dogs howl in the alleyways  everyfuckingday)  so kick back u

lazy bastard  +listen to the hounds brayyyyyyyyyyy  (or harpoon a few)


stealth poet picks up the pen     words fly


or this scenario   NO i am NOT moving to a place   with whales

i am just jerking  spouting off   one+the same?  quite likely   so i trick

that inner pussy and say:


don’t worry  u NEVER have to grow or change or suffer  or believe

we’ll leave u here on this nice little precipice dear  where boredom

ennui  +your mother   will eat at your liver


Prometheus came to love the eagle

Sisyphus the rock

and u the braying dogs of west queen west


so  u best take your diaper off   and run!



Up!  Pig!  On!  Faster!  On!  Adieu!  Pig!  Yip!  Adieu!   But

habit is a great deadener. At me too someone is looking, of

me too someone is saying he is sleeping, he knows nothing,

let him sleep on. (Waiting for Godot  Samuel Beckett  1954)



Fall 2021  ..waiting for Godot is not all it’s cracked up to be..


life’ll kill ya then yer dead

when the last cave person lay  inert+decompose

his people kicked at his legs  +left him there to sleep

when they returned in the morn   there was he


now shorn of scalp   nightweasels they came   the tribe

pondered this  +huddled in fear  who would next lay?   +was

this inert thing a contagion?  like the barking cough they all

barked  come damp springs


a pyre was made  +they looked at each other sidelong   thus

paranoia  +religion  were born   alongside immortality +fate

we aren’t much more sophisticated  eyeing the bereaved suspiciously


will they give what he had  to me?  think smallpox  diphtheria  et al

everything burned  clothes  linens  toys   go ahead  ask anyone who

was in a sanitarium  circa 1925


from our old mother’s recollections  at 7:   saw her parents thru a

fence darkly  toys ash   sister dead   +then there is grief itself   a country

where u linger for about a year  skin flayed   half mad   with one foot in 

their  graves


20 something doctor in sweats  tells u to buckthefuckup!  i’ll give u three

months  then a prescription  this as the scent of dying brother wafts up

u know how deathbed scenes cling   then she comments on my pink shoes

+ returns to her screen


she couldn’t put a blouse on?  a pair of pants?  a bra?   fer chrissakes..



Fall 2021

there’s always the afterlife suckers

(Will having the last laugh…)


there’s a guy listing close behind me  old +tobaccoyellow

the sky threatens pink  on a day so grey   even the pigeons

weep for their dead    u get the picture?


wait!  what light over yonder window breaks?  bear with me now

it’s that goddamned spaceship   the gloam lifts   i open my umbrella

+drift   earth becomes small   and William Shatner gives me the finger


but hey  i float hindenburg above the covidmob   they gnash for

turkey  +an easy cure   SUCKERS!    there is no cure   there is only

Dr. Isaac Bogotch on tv  with his skinnyface  +a fully stocked bar

(go on +check it out tonight)


he anoints himself with lagavulin  his cup runneth over   most nights

medical gibberish   brings on dyspepsia  on others  you lay supine

drooling   as the wild ants who invaded your bed  stroke u



FALL 2021 🐜🐜🐜🐜




hey homies

meet my new  meditation parents  Jeff+Tamara   who

live inside my phone  on the  Calm App  where breathing

+ crickets   are ubiquitous  eh


in an insect ridden fugue  i now walk the streets of my filthy city

MORE AWAKE than i have ever been   and believe me   i thought

i was  AWAKE   paid shamans worldwide  to WAKE   for chrissake


this is not the same thing as  WOKE   wherein  stunned hipsters

in Herschel backpacks  spew platitudes   i know  i know   my gruff

father grumbled about my own  AWOKENING  through:







+he was probably right

as am i  re: the unwoke  unwashed  lemmingherd


i was introduced to  Calm  by my skinny bro  no  not chubbychubby

as the other one is known   the revelations have come  like shit

through a goose   some foul   others magic  +redolent of escape


my cocoon lays  like a broken condom on the sidewalk   i see these

everywhere   5 at my feet  in the parking lot of my old mother’s rez  where

on moonless nights they dance  by day they creak+huddle   near traffic


i digress


what Jeff+Tamara are huckstering is  HOME   Jeff even quotes Jimi H

+Bob M  who knew that  HOME  is inside  Dorothy knew it too   in my 1st

poetry collection from almost a decade ago  !  i float the phrase GO HOME


it felt like a vague revelation  but now entering my final 3rd  it is crystalclear

dig deep foundations  into yourself  dredge  sift  mine  that HOME   the one

that resides behind your eyes


the door barred by:




+faux woke


in my next book i will remove the word  GO   anyone who has witnessed 60+

revolutions around the sun  knows   that HOME   is a state of mind





FALL 2021  ..hey Calm.. lose the crickets would ya?..🦗🦗

mexico goddamn !

when my big bro had not even 2 yrs to live  he moved

to Mexico  he did not slink away either  hell no  he rented

a huge loft above a furniture store on mainstreet run by a

guy named  Val     (he’s a prick ape)   


on a good day:  he hunts bears! he’s my bff   but really my bro

went to Mexico  to have lunch  and that he did with  zenmind

+aplomb  free at last from   mammon-o-mania   a devastating

soul carcinoma


here i stand at the corner of Southpark+Sackville  in a town

i can see myself living in  holding onto a steelepole  for dear life

if i let go  will sailors everywhere rejoice?  whales  salt  moors

hey  they even have anchors for the unmoored !


when did i grow so fearful ?  clutching the dashboard as my

3rd husband  Calum Andretti  drives evilkenevil +nailbite  thru

hairpinturns  toward our  so called future


in my mind i’m going to Hali  i’m prying my fingers off of the

steelepole  can’t u just see the wind  lifting me up  up  apesiepoppins🌂

now FEARLESS   +ready for lunch



Fall 2021  ..there is nothing to fear but fear itself..(FDR 1933)




the boys of halifax

pressed up against  but at least not  press-ganged

that sounds intense  tragic  18-55 yr. olds kidnapped

for the king  having a beer  then to disappear  for 5 years !


the sailors of Halifax are:





they wink at every corner  & beckon a girl into dank rooms

stonethick   amber beers   sly sidling up


with any luck  the lugubrious one  all doe eyes  lingering & wet

will crook his elongated forefinger


& take me home

to his bearded mama



Fall  2021 me from overwrought Haligonian chowders..

put a tiger in yer tank

the nova scotia tea ceremony  where countless sailors

spurned in your dreams  sit zazen  +encourage u to cut

ties with ancient aficionados


the ones who left u unprepared for the mind/body

tarantella  mind trapped in body  body trapped in mind

The Fall was not fortunate at all


under the fig leaves  residual animal echoes   u leap over

tall buildings to find the savanahland crux  (cruchs in yiddish)

u are NOT a man  u are a manimal   🐯🐯


u shit 20 feet from where u sleep

except there are tiles


FALL  2021

..the more i see of some people the better i like my dog..

(Lee Atkins Purdon Dr. circa 1965)


how can u have any pudding if u don’t eat your meat

in lars von trier’s Melancholia  a giant meteor is

catapult + aimed at Earth   the depressed people

+ the children remain  unfazed


everyone else is in a bunker  hunkered   a bit like

our covidlives  no?   except that our depressives

are in the bunker too    weepcheering for doom


+ the children  all unvaccinated  look around

in wait   while the reaper  counts virginhairs   he

glares   +sniffs at their puddings too



Fall 2021 ..oh the filthy herd..🐂🐂🐂


the dudes u misuse on your way up

u may meet ’em on your way down


this is usually true  except when the u

makes so much money for the people he

misuses  they cling like willnots  especially

on his way down


when he still made a few turds rich   (poetbitter enough?)


though cancered+neobladderman  he switched

his worship of mammon  to the dirt hills behind

the house in Mexico


in a town with a name that rhymes with  ihadthelastlaugh


he with his moviestar smile  brought grown men

to cast aspersions like:  i could melt him   !

things u would say only in reference to lex luthor



Fall 2021  ..missing M.A. + Charlie.. RIP..


boobie prizes+learning to crawl

who knows the reasons behind the haphazard

distribution of ruin?   phoenix anyone?   that giant

raptor rising  or a flattened bellycrawler?  no judgement

here either


perfection of bellycrawl  newest sport Paris Olympics   2024

learn how to crawl before 65  +the bubbie boobie prize awaits

funny u probably thought boobie prizes were for fools+gamblers


desitively so  ditto heroes of all stripes  who are willing to forgo

the spotlight   fame   fortune   a megawatted botoxic smile   all

duckmouth +pouty     (sound like a cousin u know?)


my boobie prize is a crazy kind of: warped-elation   amidst the

dung of this covid-abyss   where i am busy being charming   +

ordering fancy shape wear   for the day the double-vaxxed

inherit de earth



Summer 2021  ..if u wanna kiss the sky better learn how to kneel.. Auchtung Baby..

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