SKUNK
DEAD SKUNK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD
Walking home through skunk verdant streets My
brother asked me to write: You know More upbeat
I quoted Dylan (Bob not Thomas) another dark+
depressed Russian Jew Who knew that being a poet
would require so much peeling back of the skin a ritual
daily circumcision
As much as I try daffodils+sunshine elude me And if
you really want someone to blo-sunshine I know a good
colonic clinic around the corner But maybe it’s just a
question of place BIG SUR seemed so much closer to the
heavens Easier to believe you might catch lightening in
a bottle up there
Down here when we see a Dolphin Messenger of the Gods
by God! What stands out are the scars etched like stars all
over the laughing mammalian body Down here the shredder
takes its toll all the shilling of one’s soul: Your book is a thing
of beauty But hard to tell if it’s a journal or a calendar without
any writing on the cover
Why not OPEN IT Giftshop lady? Poems will float out + fill
this dingy city Why daffodils will sprout from every orifice! You
know even though female Orcas stop breeding at 40 they live into
their 90’s & are much more likely to be the LEADERS of the pod
Just another mammalian cousin mystery while you struggle under
the weight of your 2 legged legacy of apeman misery
In pre-historic times Dolphins were terrestrial and before you
were born your foetus swam+breathed a creature of the sea Let’s
build a world where anxiety has no currency One where it harmlessly
hovers +we grab hold of fantastic and run for the hills
Hello out there Hello
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BIG SUR
The season of dancing was endless +many who wished they could
would never be able to stop Delirium Waltz Mark Strand 1998
I am going where I have already been. Shooter Cincinnati Kid
4 days til Spring 2015 for my 3 brothers
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