DOES A BEAR?
Every cliché you have ever heard is true
Grief is dulled by time but then so are you
though you may still walk sprightly & sing
the odd tune The searing will have come to
an end especially from when they wrenched
your bulldog away You will become part of the
landscape Your sighs quieter than the wind
Take the path you never saw before and run
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August 2013
11 11 11
Four WWI bombers flew low over
my house at the 11th hr. of the 11th day
of the 11th month The newspapers rifled
off numbers of dead in the millions at places
like Vimy Ridge +Juno Beach
The bombers were small smaller than the
stealths that fly over at the Air Show Killing
machines have grown since the Great War
These pale yellow planes flew in formation
buzzing ominously heading to a glitzy ceremony
A repairman on the roof across the way dove
down to his hands+knees Maybe he didn’t know
it was Remembrance Day As Halloween decorations
blew in the breeze & the first few Xmas lights blinked
I couldn’t help but think about the 3or4 wars +at least 2
genocides in my lifetime
Later one stray yellow bomber made it’s way to the festivities
as a giant Peregrine eyed me malevolently The repairman now
on his belly crawling over bloody bodies to safety
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And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes
Riding shotgun in the sky
Turning into butterflies
Above our nation
We are stardust, we are golden
We are caught in the devils bargain
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden
Joni Mitchell Woodstock 1970
November 11, 2013
GOAT’S HEAD SOUP
Picasso’s goat has a swollen vulva
fallen udders & a splayed buttocks
The distended belly smacks not of
fertility but of Bangladeshi bloat
Twinges of repulsion & visions of
fornication prick for this stunted
little she goat standing all alone at the A.G.O.
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May 2012 *(this from a man who reportedly loved women)
*VACATIONS ARE NOT FOR SISSIES
It is my duty to comment on mundanities
because I have just been perhaps for too
long in the city that never sleeps I returned
to lilac laden parks & an unmade bed And the
dread of another holiday growing by the minute
Please don’t make me have so much fun
$200 dinners & a roaring surf have made my life
a purgatory A desert so real I will likely die of
thirst That is if my life doesn’t kill me first
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May 2012 *12 days in NYC
GIRLFRIEND BREAK-UPS OCCUR EVERY 3.5 SECONDS
We had past our best before date probably
by year 3 But continued to flog the carcass
with a combination of sexual repression &
ennui After year 8 over a plate of garlic
nan Your middle finger flapped close to
my left eye You dropped a 20 on the table
and left without saying goodbye
3 years later you called during a snowstorm
and thought that a celebratory reunion was
in order O my long lost lovely I seriously
wonder if you are not a borderline personality
gone berserk at the Indian Rice Factory
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*girlfriend break ups cause 26.5 % of heart attacks in women
June 2012
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