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Archive for the month “September, 2018”

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

UP

HANDS UP

if you know the difference between:

banishment

self-imposed exile

exile

 

+freedom

 

the young keep elders around for their wisdom:

silence speaks volumes

silence is golden

 

+freedom is likely overrated

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a rabbi once said: a man who has a thousand problems

is a lucky man  because he is alive

 

 

 

 

 

Fall 2018  ..this train takes whores  gamblers  +survivors..

 

 

FAITH

BLIND FAITH AND BACK ALLWEYWAYS

 

Her face:

sneering  hate-etched into lush slashofmouth

eyes sodead  zombifiedtween  bruisedbeauty

queen   13

 

Her mother:

wan  29  prostitute  crackhouse denizen since

forever  walkingthewalk  toddler girl on a leash

cut by authorities  scooped her at  3

 

Her 1st+only session:

therapist u fool  why would i trust u  your hippietalk

makes me want to puke  +pull your coiffed curls until

they come out of your toosmartforwords head

 

low snarl emit  topples shelf with hundreds of glass minis

(look  you can make a story from your life!)   slamsdoorshut

on the run to bigcity   leash dangling   mummy i will find u

mummy  who crushed hamsters underfoot when she was  2     

(tell me your first memory!)

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Fall 2018  ..going home..

 

 

SHOES

FREE SHOES AND CLUTCHING SAILORS

Is waiting for free Chuck Taylors at the bus stop

where a guy hangs them every 2 hrs. like fishing with

radar?   Hunting with fast jeeps+assault rifles?  You know

the answer  because yesterday as you skulked around the

bus stop  there he was

 

He placed a brandnew pair on a hook  You looked fairly deeply

into each other’s eyes   His smirked  youwellheeledbitch  as you

crept nearer to the free Chucks  +read the card affixed: If you’re 

brave enough to take ’em  they’re yours   A girl with purple hair

cruised close  You taking those?  Incisors spoke volumes as envy

ricocheted past left ear

 

You looked for the  Candid Camera  crew  and felt for a moment the kind

of elation that came in the days when you weren’t so high maintenance

+men in BMW’s swarmed   Blowing kisses  +throwing money   But these

days you love nothing better than a hard  truth   A dream wet with sailors

+a free pair of shoes

 

quipster

diva

coveter of free Chucks

not done with fabulous  or sailors    quite yet

 

Faustian pact of fashionista bitches everywhere

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September 2018   RIP  Summer of The Gun  The Orange Prez Pig (going down soon!) Free shoes  John McCain

 

..nothing came between Bob+his Chucks..

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