buried deep
inside my
right brain
now drained
after 7+ hrs. twisting
in flannel
sheets
-17 with
windchill eh
a snowday
in we-the-north
what i wouldn’t
give to pull
the best line ever
to land inside my head
still attached to
my body
with odd new
cavities
where
COVID 19
is viewing
the virtual tour
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Winter 2020
why so glum chum? a little client once said
that to me i’d lost my bonhomie +he noticed
guess i was more depressed than he
dear life:
get a grip
( i said this last bit just recently
to the nasty who tried to hack
my soul she made off with the dye pack
now forever stained with the scarlet A for
absafuckinglutely not fabulous )
dear life:
save us from the ones who bandy words
like light + journey u just know they’re
white knuckling it all the way while the rest of us
live to fight another day mostly in the dark
because answers +light are overrated
all good dung beetles +alchemists know that
the path to enlightenment is through shit +
darkness run from preachers of light +easyglory
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom..
Winter 2020
so when did we unfriend death? was it when the
first cave dweller lay down +did not get up? was it
then that we invented immortality? that mystical nodeath
zone where santa + st. valentine vie for your soul
face it immortality’s only for the GOOD while death
is democratic nonelitist he takes scumbags! but just
might like the good little plebes a tad better juicer +less
acrid on the reap’s tongue
why not teach kids about death right from the get go? so
that when they enter their first deathbedscene it isn’t
a shitshow like my recent deathbed scenario where even
the chickennecked cancer doc could not say the word D E A T H
oh don’t say that word in front of the dying guy! or he might die!
hmmmmm lifedeath deathlife twin doors u get shoved through
and i cannot emphasize this enough
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Winter 2020
gofuckyourself
too easy too predictable
hit the roadjack and don’t u
come back no mo
that’s better
but all fall on deafcancergod ears
uncle c wants u ! picture the picture
silver haired man intense nose pointing
right at u
i want u bitch
so don’t huddle masses live dammit! fly
out of that hospicebed you’re lighter now
’cause of how much u bled !
but i saw the hallelujah moment u rising
the others too notmyfirstrodeo
all the simple doctors who say: 3-6 months for grieving
or we’ll haul u kicking +screaming
to a white room withwhitecurtains
so little understanding of what we are
so many away that day at med school
we’re tribal in our DNA pack animals
herders of children gnaw off a paw for
a feeble father walk over coals to reclaim
human remains unless yer so wounded
you just howl all night +leave yer kinfolk unclaimed
this happens frequently the modern era not what
it’s cracked up to be dear cancer why r u so angry?
so fucked up? can we get u a cup of tea? or some
therapy?
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Winter 2020
u don’t have to be born during the
blitz á la Keith Richards or be an (orangetinged)
american oligarch to be caught in
the crosshairs of a hurricane
1950 feminism still in infancy me too decades
away height of greasy deanmartin docs
dispensing benzos like pez valley of dolls
a different kind of rez (hurricane of mistresses) betty dawn gina jackie floozy
all the women i know from that era were
hooked now dying off benzos verboten
’cause of memory issues+falls like they
don’t have these anyway (duh)
but without
cooking
cleaning
raising 3.7 kids
laundry
cooking
1950’s men (run for your life)
these dolls have ZERO to do but w a i t
and waiting is not for sissies without
interests or identities it is a bingo (great for fucking eye hand coordination!)
ridden eternity
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Winter 2020
ravages of a novel virus
(do they always have to say that?)
no not cormac’s the road
not that kind of novel
though apocalypse seems
an understatement
700+ dead 23,000 infected
1st daze of 20’s not in with lambs
more silence of
so do we just put our heads in
the sand? better than up our asses
because a man named don just ate
the last morsels of democracy
and one is stuck in his upper incisor
CHOMPCHOMP!
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Winter 2020
what have u given us lately?
cussing
concussing
heroics of the walrus coach
+a young muppet named mahomes
oh +a halftime show showcasing
female subjugation tropes shakira+
lo jo shaking their poleworthy parts
how about showing us femaleglory
sans the holes-in-souls who dance for
their supper
but then again if u watch with the bigboys
instant entreé to the innersanctum no
matter how pink yer shoes
+later after all the chestpounding ever so
stealthily your footballfather +qb bro visit
briefly to debrief sb 54
Lee laughs with his head thrown back (a rarity)
+MA with impish grin in place regales with tales
starring the girls of heaven apparently playboy
+sports illustrated are lining up to sign ’em
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Winter 2020 ..RIP MA + LA..
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