MAN
SOUTHERN MAN
4 yrs. ago today someone hungering for
alliteration +faint hope + a poetry panacea?
smashed my car window +stole a small red
faux leather bag curtesy of Vogue mag
Enticement to ennui+envy I’m a loser baby
so why don’t you kill me..
Vogue May 2017:
(Pippa Middleton spent $15,000 at a spa pre-wedding
Her billionaire Scot with a castle in the highlands whisked
her away in a Bugatti 2 outfits were requested of guests
for the day!)
The day also being the one that I spent at an inner city
hospital staving off depression+madmen as my old mother
was poked+prodded Don’t think of Pippa Middleton
my mantra
The poems stolen from the little red satchel represented 6
months of slaving over the tortured birthing of Canada’s
female Bukowski I tell you those words were headed into
intricatefrenziedecstacy One poem about Neil Young would
have catapulted me into G.G. Award territory
But they sit under a bush pissed on by cats Shat on by city
bats Yellow+brown Seeping into the ground behind the AGO
The best I can do for those who stood by me +read thousands
of words not too charmed by their own cleverness is this:
Yesterday Gregg Allman died Yes of Cher (!) and Elijah Blue
Of heroin + a penchant for the blues running through his veins
after father blown away by those bullets that explode inside of
flesh Like shrapnel Gregg was a boy Later brother Duane
smashed up beyond recognition on a Harley
Today saw a photo of the brothers all naked by a pond Southern Eden
Heroin-lean about to unleash a new sound They cover their privates
like shy teen girls but they still look so dirty you can smell that smell
Of sweat+perversions The one’s they’d be up to on flea ridden mattresses
under full Macon moons
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SPRING 2017 RIP GREGG ALLMAN