ADAM’S PRIVATES
A little brown haired girl
is staring at
the black Rodin penis
Why is it so big
another child
wonders?
An interesting question
I look at it
semi-erect –
& don’t think
it’s so big
I like the smooth
black bluntness
of it
Like a sawed off
shotgun
I stand and take
another look
Why It’s Rodin’s Adam!
First man
Compact penis
Plump belly
Tight marble ass
First Class
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Winter 2009 A.G.O.
A DAY IN THE LIFE
Sometimes your head can hurt
from dreaming too hard
Mostly about the future:
Where to live ?
How much money you’ll have ?
As though all of this noise
guarantees you a place there
I have now aged into the future
that I have always imagined
And it is nothing like I imagined it would be
I’m still here though slowly growing
accustomed to the fact that I will not be
All the talk about being in the moment Buddhist trickery
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Winter 2008
I WAS ONCE AFRAID OF NOTHING
So much to do so little time said my
little boy client each Wednesday at 5
Then he’d mime the dive his Dad took the day he died
It was like this Therapist: He took a bite
of a cookie then looked at me funny and
fell down on the floor His eyes wide open
I said: Dad stop joking around
Later our boy was blamed by his mother
asleep on the couch ’til the CRASH
(Elvis accent) Thank you Thank you very mushhhh
he said with a bow Then ran from our sessions
where I was left to digest this confession and
transform it into his Grail
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Spring 2013 WABI SABI: Nothing is Perfect Nothing Lasts Nothing is Finished
READER RUN
Saw the Punk Priestess last week
with her 2 kids in tow Patti wearing
spectacles & confessing her HAPPINESS
Not standing in a pool of warm urine But
taking a peebreak mid-show How strange
The highlight of her middle-aged blabfest:
We didn’t have cell phones back then
long distance was expensive and your
boyfriend didn’t call you everyfuckingnight !
When I was training to be a Parole Officer 37 yrs. ago
they gave us a once over lightly Freudian Primer
(to help with hardened criminals)
DO NOT MESS WITH DEFENSES THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON
Would that it were 1984 & Patti were still pissing
on the floor My defenses came unglued during the
postpunkpeebreak And I now think thoughts I’d be arrested for
This must be the denouement
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..shall we divide & become another..Let’s go under..Going under..
Patti Smith Piss Factory
Spring 2013
THE SECOND COMING ?
Two whitehaired men eye me
One has the laugh of a 6 yr. old boy
I cannot say that I am not intrigued
I have probably been closer to death’s door
than they in the past few weeks
A near overdose of migraine meds
The cure in this case far worse than the disease:
twitchy muscles nausea racy heart bizarre intentions
not to mention ideations – My cabbie wondered
if I might be pregnant ?
Which sounded thoroughly messianic to me
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Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl W.B. Yeats
DO NOT FADE AWAY
I am wearing so many pastels today
I may fade away into the misty blues
and pinks in the park
Spring has been on backorder
But now I see the northern citydwellers
crawl out of caves weary pastey and
near rancid with indoor heating
Soon they will be on patios gnashing
their Summerteeth sweltering in the
blast furnace that is our ecological karma
But for now Please : Stay off the pesticidal grass & enjoy the tampered tulips
Could there be a Spring more laden with
foolish searching for meaning when there isn’t any ?
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*question posed by local Holywoman
Spring 2013 **96.9 % of all modern humans believe existence to be meaningless
BIG SKY COUNTRY
At my office in the
Trenches Of Humanity
I have three
picturesque windows
The huge sky looms
sometimes the
Moon
Most days a hawk –
perpetually
on the
hunt
Me and my child-clients
gaze out upon the
glory
Some days the
windows become
analytic-fodder
for
paralytic anxiety
Hey what if I fell
out the window?
What if I
jumped?
What if I pushed
you out?
They ponder
Or will a large plane
crash through all
the beauty
killing the Hawk &
the Moon & the Child
& Me
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Spring 2008
SHOCK & AWE AND ENVY
My 10 o’clock scratches at my eyes
and later that Summer dies on a
helicopter bound for Sick Kids
She was 9 and dreamed of having
a sheepskin coat like mine Called
me big girl Stole a fragile glass angel from the shelf
And made a pearl necklace for the Panther
who terrified her He had to be hidden
at first gradually befriended and bejewelled
She lay bare her envy for my freedom to buy pretty
coats and growup Brave enough to wrestle me
to the floor most Tuesdays She would be sweetsixteen
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Her Song:
There’s no such thing as Monsters
There’s no such thing as Vampires
There’s no such thing as Bloody Mary
Cause I believe in Jesus
Spring 2013
BEGINNER’S MIND
Rejoice in the blessing of not knowing
my Horoscope said Buddhist rhetoric ?
Astrological trickery ?
Do they mean: like my little client who
both knew and did not know about cockroaches
..they only come out when the lights GO ON
Can revelation be overrated ?
After all what does it produce but a fresh
and piercing piece of knowing
This seems circular or is it square? a box within a box within
What difference would it have made
to her future had I told her: Cockroaches come out when the lights GO OFF
For she knew more about the
gunmetal beasts than I
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Spring 2013
* ..What I told her: Open your fist or you will probably use it for punching
ALL IN ALL IT’S JUST ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL
One day she
hurled the dog
over the tippy top
of the
spiral staircase
Her mother had hurled
her father
over the
top of the
stairwell
And his
wheelchair
went bump
in the night
It gave a great
fright to the 4
children hiding
under beds –
Help I need somebody!
Dial 911 little girl
and the cops will
come screeching
into the
war zone Not just anybody!
The ozone layer
has been
depleted
by the chemical haze
rising
rising
from your home
Rainbow colored pills & pipes and matches but no safety latches on wheelchairs
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Winter 2010
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