PSYCHIC
PSYCHIC SPIES FROM CHINA TRY
TO STEAL YOUR MIND’S ELATION
The woman at my drug mart is cryptic in an
East European way One might take it for hard
heartedness Today my new spontaneous laugh
burst forth +bits of protein bar sprayed her face
Lips a sublime MAC GASHPINK moved back+forth back+forth
A quick mimed: Stick it where the sun don’t shine
Most of my epithets involve buttocks’ as I approach the
penultimate week of my 59th year She’d told her sister:
Just stop it! At 50 stop the clock! It’s downhill In faded jeans
+push up bras you’ll look like a funky old lady Does she wanna
kiss my ass too? This time not mimed Never funky only iceycool
I’m sick+tired of: moored in one’s bullshit diatribes Dogs+older
boys followed you down quite regularly +push up bras +ripped
jeans clung like Dani California’s (think Red Hot Chili Pepper’s young ho)
Why Anthony Kiedis himself once fell to his knees at your feet (+not viceversa)
WHO YOU CALLING FUNKY?
Later when you took him home dreams of Californication dancing like
sugarplums you fell asleep on his piratical shoulder Nowadays you reflect
on how soon you will be going Billie left at 44 cirrhosis of the liver Voice of
a drunken angel God bless the child who has his own
Yes do Soon a bitter niece will want you to de-clutter Downsize Fuck you little
darling With the grace of the last hawk you will resist stasis Spread funky old wings
Never abandon poetry Find old Anthony +his son Yogi (Bear) Seriously!
And light out for new territory
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SPRING 2017 13daysto60
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