THOSE WHO CAN DO
I want to go home but there is $2.25 left
on my meter I should be writing my opus
making something of myself No doubt I will
soon be shat-upon by a pigeon As the world
marches by I listen to the beat of my own drummer:
loser bannnnnnaa poseur baaaammmmmm!
Sometimes writing feels like the shit-abyss*
Drum roll please my meter has finally expired
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Late Summer 2011 *Jim Lahey Trailer Park Boys
MAN FACING EAST AT THE MUNK SCHOOL OF GLOBAL AFFAIRS
Do I attract the mentally unstable or do they attract me? A fairly normal
looking man has just stepped into the water sculpture in the courtyard where
I write His pants are rolled to the knee his hands in prayer pose At least he has
not begun to pee Which wouldn’t surprise me in the least Now he is creeping ever
closer to me As long as his penis remains unseen I will take a position of: Don’t ask
Don’t tell Otherwise I will scream bloody murder Perhaps this is a message of sorts
Give up the ghost Return to your day job Make the world a better place
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Late Summer 2011
YOUTH IN ASIA
Today in the Greeting Card aisle a man
stopped me: Excuse me miss do they have
cards for 59 yr. olds? With this I ran stumbling
into: Seasonal Stomach Pain Longing for
the bone-chilling silence of -19
Perhaps it is time to give up my obsessional knots:
Winter Spring Hipsters Death Suffering Marriage
The tide may be turning to more quotidian matters blather:
obnoxious+obtuse citydwellers (a profusion currently)
people with largish heads who sit in front of you at concerts+men
in stinky jackets in the next row old fishermen with sublime tongues
&stories to tell ditto the profusion of girls with pneumatic breasts
in headsets on Philosophers Walk U of T
So come along gentle reader the poems of 2015 promise to be quite
empty of meaning but ultimately freeing on so many levels + a promise
to refund your time for reading the ones that are all about me
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SPRING 2014
songanddancegirl... at 4
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