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Archive for the day “March 13, 2013”

THE BLUE

THE BLUE  RED    AND GREY

Listen:  go find your soul  go smell

the wind   go far

 

About once every millennium one of

us escapes   tames doom    So light out

for the territories   before your dog dies

 

Jump a train   be a part of the         Great Canadian Brain Drain

 

These mean streets won’t call your name

Other hostages will line up to fill  the gap

between  birth & shroud      So  Dash away     Dash away

 

Easy for me to say   when I can rent your dreams for $475 a day

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I know a man who works the night shift
He’s lucky to get a job and some pay
And I like every minute of the day

I dig every second
I can laugh in the snow and rain
I get a buzz from being cold and wet
The pleasure seems to balance out the pain  *( you can still add a question mark Pete)

 

 

Early Spring  2013   Songanddancegirl   Kerouac   Satchmo    The Who

ODE TO ALMOST

ALL  THE  LEAVES  ARE    BROWN

Serious case of  awakener’s fear   in San Francisco

26 yrs. ago    Jumped a plane home   chain smoking

Marlboros   In the last seat  in the last row  on my      last day    as a hobo

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sanfrancisco

 

 

Early Spring  2013

B IS FOR

B  IS  FOR   BELLA

Wouldn’t you like to have a brown Mom & Dad?

they asked my 4′ o clock   Thinking this would do

the trick   in a world where   changing parents     happens every 2 yrs.

 

Then they gave her a giant ragdoll  and said:      She will take care of you in the night

 

So Bella took an exacto  and carved the

dollmother  a heart    Mystified they asked:

Do you think she will need more therapy?

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Early Spring 2013

*not psycho-heresy: changing parents 3-5 times before 6 maims the human conscience

 

SMELLS LIKE

SMELLS  LIKE    TEAVANNA

writing poems   fatigue creeping   up leg

exact grey tuesday   as last    replica of

monday    ancestors decompensating

in heaven   bus splashes smallish man

snowbanks melting   seeds stirring

 

simple prose can bring on  distemper

as citylights  dim    man in tea store

asks too many questions   I punch him

on a whim   and watch him drop like a       winter fly

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Early Spring  2013

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