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Archive for the month “May, 2021”

to the skulk born

 

it’s a terrible thing they do to those men

which men ?  (says covid-fugued poet)

those men in prison

 

this convo with my 97 yr. old mum  in solitary

for 16 mts.  during this  our current apocalypse

 

said on one of our torturedcouch visits   where

we huddle    and pretend to be alive

 

you may get to choose your friends   but if you’re

foxhole lucky  u show up in a skulk  with a vixen mum

a dogfox dad   +a few playful  but mangey  brother-pups

 

foxes are playful

they are also solitary  (perfect for solitary confinement!)

+they are among the best animal parents on earth

 

i won the foxhole lottery

now let us the fuck outta solitary

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Spring 2021  ..10 million dead of sunking virus.. so far..🔅🔅

 

 

 

 

Spring 2021  ..10 million dead of sunking virus.. so far..🔅🔅

 

he also said most people are moored in their own bullshit

October 13, 1939-May 23, 2020..  D.D. RIP

..love is kind and terrible..it is unfathomable..

 

my poetry professor used to say  just make shitup  for chrissakes

this when i was lashed too tightly to the literal  literally  he was not

fond of the lonnnng confessional rants that were my want  +still are

 

at that time my nom de plume was  Aviva Oonroth  paternal gr. mother’s

name  prior to WASP excision of the 2nd  O    that sounds like a country

singer’s name  he’d say  (a country singer from Lugev apocalypsed by Nazis)

 

why do i need to make shitup  when reality provides no shortage of daily

grotesqueries?    your family reads like a broadway play!    he’d say

year three of our confabs ended  with him jumping off his balcony

 

he survived for a year  died during the sunking virus

fucking checked out

laughing his diablo laugh

 

MAKE SHIT UP!       why?

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Spring 2021

 ..3.9 million have died so far in this year of the pandemic..🔅🔅

but WHO says the real number is closer to 10 million..  

scores of bodies are floating in the Ganges  local official

Mangla Prasad Singh, 39, said: we don’t know where they

came from or how did they get here..(Globe+Mail, May 12,2021)

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D.D..

Her hand moves like a dove with strawberries in its bill

what will he hold in his hands above her head except roses,

and the invisible antlers of a stag?..

 

 

 

 

 

LMAOFF

 

at about 60 i developed a new laugh  not a cackle exactly

though one brother anointed it  mad  as in: u sound insane  ape

fine

good

now bug off

 

but u know   there is truth in madness  +this laugh  is  the truth

it has balls

it has legs

 

it is a reaction-formation against 60 fucking years of being largely

polite   caught in the craw  like cassandra unhoark   (ewww)    ok

how else to describe it?

 

an instinct?

a bloodluster er?

quite possibly

 

it once escaped as a cousin was bloviating on her dead father’s

goodness  the resulting fracas even bigger than the  original sin

for this i was called  hitler’s evil twin  even as a child !

 

so  should i keep the laugh  or ice it?  laugh exorcisms are costly

so too being possessed of a  madlaugh  who cackles   the truth

like shit through a goose

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(No one is ever more his/herself than when they really laugh..

their defences are down..it’s very zen-like.. George Carlin )

 

Spring 2021   ..unlaughed laughs cause hemorrhoids..

 

throw mama from the train

trixie the prostitute  (heretofore to be known as the mohandas)

born the same day as mahatma  u need to be well versed in jerry

to get this   there is a goiter joke embedded too

 

 

goiters are a constant fear   fissures too   when u

toss your dresses  +shave those tresses !    what

becomes of u?

 

u grow

in leaps

+unbounds

 

u become  u

but more

u become someone

 

who can

catch a speeding

bullet  between

thumb+forefinger

 

something trixie could never do   the dresses were

heavy   so too the tresses  red  +dripping with a kind of

warped-perfection

 

when what u really needed to be

was  u

sans the

dreams

of the

zombie-mothers

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Spring 2021

 

frogs boils neighbours locusts

it’s about the frogs  he said  the neighbourboy  written up

in the paper on saturday  now a billionaire developer in bed

with DiNiro  an investor in Canada’s first Nobu  a grifter niece’s

favourite resto

 

but back to Guillermo   he was dimwitted as a boy  and i could

make him eat dog shit   i didn’t  but i could have  he later lied

on his med school personal statement   +didn’t get in

 

touting imaginal hardships  like the time our poodle ripped

every hair out of their maid’s head   his mother  a crass jaguar

driving bitch   once pushed me to the ground   hard   i was 5

 

her moustachioed daughter had followed me down a laneway

to the frog graveyard   frogs decapitated   splattered entrails

surprisingly ungreen

 

this family watched us eat  through our window  across from their

toilet   where we once heard the father shrieking   as his sphincter

which was quite tight   finally opened

 

it is doubtful DiNiro

has been apprised

of this

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Spring 2021

 

 

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