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the fortunate fall?

ok

so

hope

doesn’t

float

 

but

it

almost

did

 

now kobe

lives

in

mamba

heaven

 

and 210

are

dead

from a

snakeinduced

flu

 

is this

biblical

enough

for you?

 

will the last

man

standing

be le bron?

 

with his

freshly minted

black mamba tatt

left foreleg

 

they shoot horses don’t they?

 

as humanity wages

war against itself

we are our own

autoimmune disease

 

+ everywhere

snakes

are

laughing

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Winter  2020  ..RIP Black Mamba  +hope ?..

 

ontopoftheworld

Carl Jung said  the dead  are gathered at the

top of the world  waiting for us  +when we arrive

we impart what dribs of wise we have accumulated

so try not to talk incessantly  about people God

doesn’t know

 

ie., 27 minute diatribes about so + so’s

boat

his moated villa

his dead whore

 

no!  talk instead about those things you know

to be true   +if you do not know truths   then listen

ie., shutthefuckup

 

my father  not a swiss psychiatrist  but a renowned

horsewhisperer   a man who did not make a beggar

of himself  as a venal cousin has suggested   his favourite

word was  silence    his favourite sounds were:

 

one hand clapping

trees falling in the forest

horse

dog

bird

 

word

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Winter 2020

 

purplehaze all in my brain ..lately things don’t seem the same..

this poem not sure what it wants to be

sitting quietly  flummoxed by opaque

dreamscape   scraping scraps from

begging bowl   *a pot induced lack   of soul

(*SOMA by any other name)

 

evil pot doc – the main side effect is psychic constipation

near dead poet – sign me up!

 

but i am making a comeback  through

the mundane  chopping wood  watching

screens   calls to  BELL  TDCANADATRUST

ROGERS   NIRVANA ROOFERS R’US   have

ground a once proud flowerchild  to dust

 

but don’t cry for me argentina  i commit the

pact of faust daily  with an e.coliridden samsung

capturing + nailing light to my wall    little immortalities

+please do excuse me while i fuck the sky

 

oy

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Winter 2020

*Soma – the happiness pill of the brave new world..

 

“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the

overcompensations for misery. And being contented has none of the

glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness

of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt.

Happiness is never grand.”   (Aldous Huxley, Brave New World 1931)

newmaterialplease

is writing about dead relatives overrated?  your

readers satiated?  yet   what did you have to say

prior to diagnosisday?  (august 2016)   words limping

out of the past   obsessional knots   built to last

 

money

family

marriage

jews

therapy

heresy

money

 

nihilistic ballistic missiles  aimed at life  leading to  no

small amount of strife  for readers who clamoured  for

sunshine +daffodils   in deep darkness denial   but lately    hope    !!

which not only floats   but creeps slantwise in

 

now your dead bro visits you   touched your arm  yesterday

at dawn   and there he sits in the darkened living room too

and when you swallow your pot oil at night  finger slippage

leads to him  flying around the room

 

but you’ve come to see  that he  rose up out of a florida

crematoria  brandfucking new  {so why can’t you}

crematoria notwithstanding

__

 

..but now and again on more occasions than I can number, 

in bed at night, or in the street, or as I come into a room, there

she is ; beautiful, emphatic ; closer than any of the living are..

(Virginia Woolf  Moments of Being  1976)

..13 at the death of her mother ..writing 45 years later..

just before her own suicide..)

 

 

 

Winter 2020   ..same shit a different day + the pope he’s still in rome..

the last last supper

i know my the death throes  +you would be

surprised  unless your person explodes  right

before your eyes  happened only once  +not

pretty

 

at st. joes   to a young cousin  nurses couldn’t

find the plug for oxygen mask  i crawled under

the bed  +heard the sound of breathing again   briefly

 

but generally  in addition to flailing arms  a party

is planned   somewhere around the 2 wks to go

mark  even introverts plan parties  take daddy  who

badly needed reefer to socialize (apple did not fall far)

 

he planned a party in such detail  that sonny langer

our caterer  hired him for special events   now lillian

lays dying  in a cold province  +she is planning a party

with wild rice +gravy   arms gesticulating

 

101 in 5 wks  about to jump a train for the prairie farm

where she was born   february 1919  dirt floor   -46

and that’s  without  the wind chill

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first days 2020

202020202020 inwithabang goestheworld

*the killing of Soleimani is an outrageous

act committed by an amoral president..

Globe+Mail January 7/2020

 

does hope float?

 

yes        no

 

if u voted for sunshine +daffs

in 2019  u may be in luck

 

but sunk in rigormaudlin

i will never be

 

does hope float?    hope so

__

 

(..but don’t ask drew brees  voodooed so badly

+butter fingered from tonguelick   he floats  

away..)

 

 

 

 

first days 2020

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