"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

springfever eh


pagan festival


stirring seeds


coincides with

mardi gras  roughly


everything alive  still

just entombed  in ice    or ash?

bro’s ashes resting in    a tropical closet paradise


waiting to bloom  up

out of the dampfecund

only to die  again


like the god who dies

and is ever reborn


don’t leave me here

with these people!





What would you say to God? 

I’d say: wait a minute  what did you have me

in that crapgame down there for anyway?

couldn’t put any part of it together.

( Suttree   Cormac McCarthy  1979)



Winter 2019   .. to wiser gods ..+ my brother’s resurrection..





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