OH
OH BROTHER!
On Wednesday at 3 a sledgehammer hit me after
lifting the dried-out remnants of a fucking Poinsettia
In stunned spasmagoria I lurched to a drugstore down on
King West It was there that I found a blue+black truss with
a velcro ice pocket for 17bucks
One brother called me Trussy while another reminded me
about his favourite doll: Tressy circa 1963 She with a spool of
golden tresses un-coiling from her fontanel He took up serpents
+headed for Nashville where he’s considered to be quite a catch
Most of his metaphysical secrets bestowed by an uncle of regal
demeanour who prowled our suburban street wielding a golf club
In flannel pajamas most days
Now in my lair at U of T somewhat recovered from Poinsettia purgatory
a guy with a Stussy hoodie+bedroom eyes approaches me As I stifle a spasm
my deep-purple lips emit a loud HISS +Stussyboy swoons like a slender reed
along the shore causing small excitements up+down my scoliotic spine Sordid
+supine I cry: more more MORE!
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TRESSY
February 2016
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