limpin proletariat
the Harry’s Charbroiled truck sits cowstink+fatted at the
edge of our park feet from the marginalized covidrefugees
line the meanstreets many limp
today i walk on gilded vomit thinking about the bulls at
maple leaf gardens circa 63 backsides smeared dark+fecal
why dad??!
cowboy father said something about straps on their privates
teaching me that a bull’s life in captivity is always intense +
he knew a thing or 2 about captive bulls +who was full of shit
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Fall 2020
( Arthur Rimbaud..father’s doppelgänger
+ favourite poet..after me)
songanddancegirl 