MAD
WE ARE ALL BORN MAD SOME REMAIN SO
Man sweeping debris broom touches my knee
Eyes meet its 33º Tomorrow last day of Summer
Summer of high anxiety scorching heat+humidity
He’s back at it the sweeper with dolorous eyes
Boots Landscaping & Maintenance on tee Don’t stand
so close to me Smell of sperm trees +rot +squirrel droppings
Sweeperman sweats profusely drips on my suede Sam Edelman
boots Leaves a skull+crossbones stain
I weep + turn away but not before he of the thick thumbs winks
Evil reaper of Summer’s deshabille Summer when hope biopsied
found malignancy Especially in Aleppo where children photo’d
with blood+white dust about their faces Bodies rigid+zombie
Not Halloween for 40 days Ditto Israelites wandering in exile Now
we huddle haphazardly waiting for the ice+snow already seeping into
Canadian bones It’s in our DNA eh?
The land of milk+honey 8 frozen months away Walking on eggshells
for news of Gordie On the eve of final Hip concert there was a full blown
rainbow Full umbra over gnarly Toronto promising happy endings
+remission Only the meek know that the dawn is dusk backward Don’t
wait for me
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It’s Godot! At last! It’s Godot! We’re saved!
I begin to weary of this motif.
(Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett 1954 winner of Nobel Prize)
End of Summer of our Discontent
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