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Archive for the day “October 1, 2018”

ALONE

THE BIG ALONE

I heard the loon call  at 3 a.m.  the laughing one

Bedlam  Bellevue  Witchcackle   So much better

than gruntsqueals from next cabin

 

Shoveling drive  1965   Giant flakes  blacksky

Snowsmell  coldsmell   Leaning on shovel  Silencio

The bigalone    Fearless   at 5

 

Father on a bed of ice  swollenface  tubestoo   Fear

creepsin throughveins   He is stitched from ankle to

solarplexis     Will he make it?

 

 

Twins  boy+girl   blondecurls   Cannot place this memory

 

The last time father visited from the grave  at Beth Tzedec

Gardens  I called the fire department   Later I read that the

dead often announce themselves with the smell of burning

toast

 

Too late  for my date  with Daddy   He who loved birds of all kinds

When I told him that I had seen a colourful bird on the driveway

yellow  turquoise  +red   he threw back his head    If you knew him

you’d know the laugh   He said: That was a budgie  The one who got

away    Remember  there’s always free food in a cage    

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Fall 2018  .. still waiting on the smell of burnt toast..

 

WROTE

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE

Bubba the bugged eyed christ child hands me shells

of turtle eggs +dead flowers  Also wafers  Tiny turtles

return to a place where the survival instinct of all living

creatures is born   Oceanic soup of pre-verbal knowing

I am alive  therefore I am   A tentacle  gilamonster +slick

curls around Bubba’s leg   We are at the ocean’s edge  deep

into Margheritas

 

You cannot tell people that every tool they need to survive

is buried deep inside  or they won’t pay doctors trillions of bucks

for the next cure   Listen up   It’s okay to die   It is a concept older

than we are  Stars die every millisecond   When did we become so

afraid?

 

When did we need snake oil  + opiates of masses to anesthetize

When did we forget that beyond that mountain pass are azure skies

Where the dead lead peaceful lives  playing Canasta  and shaking their

heads    Life will kill you  then you’re dead

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Fall 2018

 

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