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Archive for the month “December, 2014”

ELEVEN

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

 

 

SOUP

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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picassos goat

 

 

 

May  2012  *(this from a man who reportedly loved women)

SISSIES

*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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chrysler blg:nyc

 

 

May 2012   *12 days in NYC

BREAK UPS

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

 

 

OLD

THE  BEST  SOUND  COMES  FROM   OLD  ICE

There is a 100,000 yr. old iceberg in Uppsala  +a man

carving it into musical instruments   the sounds of which

might even soften the hearts of ISIS    Though they would

have to be human for this  & not Nazi re-treads on a mission

 

There was a time when humans venerated age   Now the young

rejoice in the simulacrum of Barbie   Doll smooth   Doll parts

Hairless +perfect    Defects banished in post-millennial Barbie’s

through surgery   All of this in service of quest  for the perfect

selfie  in what may be  an emerging selfie-economy

 

Dr. Sam Rizk who specializes in Rhinoplasty says: Too many selfies

indicate a self-obsession  and a certain level of insecurity that most

teenagers have  (human nose does not stop morphing until 26)  

They come in with their iPhones  & show me pictures of the nose they

desire   Sam notes a 25% increase over the past year in his Manhattan practice

 

Mirror Mirror on the wall show me a face my mother can’t recall    How is it

that Renée Zellweger  morphed into Kim Bassinger  with a few slices of the knife

There should be laws to protect the Renées from petrification   Now the slob beside

her feasts  What wonders is she sitting on?  Barbie catatonia  at odds with rapture

Insentient beauties  worship dead Gods   says Poet raging  naturally

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renee1           renee2

 

 

Winter  2014

 

 

 

 

ROSA

ROSA  PARKS  IS  ROLLING

Last night on tv  the mother of   Eric Garner   43

choked to death by police  for selling loosies*   spoke

eloquently: Protest calmly  Have dignity   My boy

had none   Big black man   asthma  6 cops   Use your

imagination  Father of 5  married 27 yrs.   Don’t they

give tickets in New York City?

 

Esaw Garner  widow  did not accept the officer’s apology

Hell no, the time for remorse was when my husband was

yelling I can’t breathe  He’s still feeding his kids  and my

husband is 6 ft. under

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*loosies – single cigarettes

 

staten island killing

 

 

Winter  2014

BINGO

WALKING AROUND IN CIRCLES  DIVIDED SOUL  PROMOTING BINGO

3/4 moon out at noon  first day of December 2014

Girl with backpack just bought beggingman a coffee

Tell me if you need more sugar   And as she knelt

beside him  he began to scream+rock  I don’t give 2

shits & a holler    Head hits plate glass  blood all over

West Queen West

 

The road ahead looks narrower+bumpy  no longer tended by road crews

 

Phlegmycoughman chokes+spittles+rattles behind me

now pounding ceaselessly on handicapped door opener

So far Bloody Monday is moving along at a rapid clip

already 3:30   Gill Rosenberg Canadian/Israeli  kidnapped

by ISIS today  First woman facing decapitation  radio says

 

The road ahead looks narrower+bumpy  no longer tended by road crews

 

Fecalman beside me wafts a scent decidedly decomposing

The road ahead won’t have signposts   There will be fewer +

fewer  choices   Hardscrabble hours in a chair   At least it won’t be

uphill anymore  Downhill from here on in   The summit was 8yrs.

ago  The beginning years of descent  still felt like ascent   But now

you know better

 

So  aim that sled   +your droopy face will begin to glow   tiny tongues

of heat will creep across your frozen feet   You won’t think so much

about re-invention  or escape   There will be consolation   You will not

suffer fools who make definitve statements   But mostly you will look

serene +nibble vegetables with carnality

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sled1

 

 

Winter  2014     for Kelly

 

 

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