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Archive for the month “August, 2019”

sisyphus was no sissy


slipped through the hole in a barbed wire fence

trying to escape    herstory    but she keeps on

finding me   i need a witness protection program

and a vacay


bearing witness is a slippery business  slide straight

into the swamp  or dangle from a rope lowered into

the belly of the beast    watch out sissy! 


the beast:

gingerish hair

known to talk to ghosts

heart a shriven totem

of brotherly love


just carry a garlic clove  embrace him!

+he will be transformed into a smallish toad

ooops   now quickly gobbled by our bulldog

soon to be dungbeetle dysentery



..these hard thoughts  this envy  this bitterness  

make no lodgement   in me ..  i dash and sprinkle

myself with the bright waters of childhood .. but the

chained beast stamps and stamps on the shore..

(Virginia Woolf  The Waves  1931)



Summer 2019 gone..






beautiful beyond words

beyond hope


and beauty can –

does often harbour

within its folds


depths of:

exquisite torment




she was young





a nasty cocktail


to explode into fate


and what had fate

in store for

our heroine?


bang went her life



Summer 2019   ..written 2002..



my eyes are glued to weatherporn  24/7

3-6-4    fugue state escape  horo  horrorscope

said: pay attention to what you spend the most 

time doing  


recent preoccupations:

hot romans   (32 celsius today)

cool nunavut nights  borealisbound




small children


boredom   with grief


today in the pre-dawn light i reviewed the coming

day  an odyssey of  flayed  but for a split second

today wasn’t  today    then it was



what i did on my holiday




unsummer 2019

goodtime charlie

charlie who?

charlie u bastard

panzerman  loser

charliecharming  handsome

strangely the spitting image

of beelzebub  bub


love of mother’s life  we hope

the waters of the styx are wide

+deep   creep   teethchattering

filled with piraña + vengeful gods


one girl-god looks just like me  +maenads

who tear your limbs from baseball body

unholy miscreant  u went to law school   big deal

married the girl u lied to about girls  in 49 states


+one canadian province

o canada


there is a bird pecking  but your liver was already

laden  metastatic  vile   you lived down south with

your duped family   in church on sundays  suckers

crawled up pant legs  attaching themselves to your



they sucked  but suck as they might  they couldn’t

suck the sucker out of charlie   I am gunning for your

plastic ono wife  who broke up the life  of the family

who lived on dreams


they no longer believe in god  or beatles  they do not flatter

themselves  thinking they are forgiving   but know that you

squirm  in thickdarkslimeshit     the glove fits  mister




Summer 2019

searching for the ghost of my bro


i’m going to dream him back into existence   into his

obsidianbody   a body  that never flinched    though

needled   carved   chemo’d




comeback   i’m waiting for you   +i will do it better now

the vile purgatory of: shoulda woulda didn’t love enough

will lift    how will you do it now?


did death stitch up the wound   show you your father’s

blackheart?   in ancient egypt the heart was weighed

against a feather


those of pure heart   good karma   were set free   some

father’s hearts tipped the scales   diablos    my father’s

heart was big+bypassed  +largely underrated


but nobody’s








Summer 2019

lee – 29 yrs.  11 months  2 weeks

marty – 9 months  13 days





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