*this poem is not about woody allen’s mother
the purgatorio of dante hellfire pecking
this purgatory forest fires blazing hearts inflamed
or sparks from a fast moving train ?
this yarn is not about climate change
it’s about the inbetween
the place between knowing being lost
being found +profoundly following your
not the thickheaded monsterbrain
who says: take the road u know ad nauseam
don’t go out in the snow
don’t go out if it’s hot
DON’T GO OUT EVER EVVVVVVER
did i mention EVER?
wait! this is not your brain’s voice it’s that giant
disembodied motherhead floating over bathurst st.
my kids love me so much they pay a shrink + talk
Summer 2021 …oh the motherlode…