SAFFRON
I’M JUST MAD ABOUT SAFFRON
A Tibetan monk in saffron robes cruising me Eyes
on mine so hungrily as he glides by His shoes ill
fitting boats yet I smile sweetly ’cause maybe he
will whisk me away across lake Ontario to Mexico
Where the Monarchs go for resurrection +my 72
yr. old bro has found a home
Dirt roads +donkeys outside his window And his
resurrection imminent Some say old age is a massacre
Don’t believe them grasshopper It is amazing grace
Enlightenment at gunpoint Mellow yellow
Tomorrow my 94 yr. old mum + I will protest Orange Hitler
+ his henchmen in Washington Her sign is being prepped+
primed: The supreme court is no place for pussies Brett!
And neither are one’s 90’s
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..We exist like unprovable ideas
until a man in a pith helmet
steps on you and yells Eureka or something ..
(Al Purdy + AAC)
Fall 2018