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Archive for the month “September, 2021”

hey homies

meet my new  meditation parents  Jeff+Tamara   who

live inside my phone  on the  Calm App  where breathing

+ crickets   are ubiquitous  eh

 

in an insect ridden fugue  i now walk the streets of my filthy city

MORE AWAKE than i have ever been   and believe me   i thought

i was  AWAKE   paid shamans worldwide  to WAKE   for chrissake

 

this is not the same thing as  WOKE   wherein  stunned hipsters

in Herschel backpacks  spew platitudes   i know  i know   my gruff

father grumbled about my own  AWOKENING  through:

 

Jagger

Young

Cohen

+Trotsky

 

+he was probably right

as am i  re: the unwoke  unwashed  lemmingherd

 

i was introduced to  Calm  by my skinny bro  no  not chubbychubby

as the other one is known   the revelations have come  like shit

through a goose   some foul   others magic  +redolent of escape

 

my cocoon lays  like a broken condom on the sidewalk   i see these

everywhere   5 at my feet  in the parking lot of my old mother’s rez  where

on moonless nights they dance  by day they creak+huddle   near traffic

 

i digress

 

what Jeff+Tamara are huckstering is  HOME   Jeff even quotes Jimi H

+Bob M  who knew that  HOME  is inside  Dorothy knew it too   in my 1st

poetry collection from almost a decade ago  !  i float the phrase GO HOME

 

it felt like a vague revelation  but now entering my final 3rd  it is crystalclear

dig deep foundations  into yourself  dredge  sift  mine  that HOME   the one

that resides behind your eyes

 

the door barred by:

fear

loneliness

boredom

+faux woke

 

in my next book i will remove the word  GO   anyone who has witnessed 60+

revolutions around the sun  knows   that HOME   is a state of mind

 

bitches

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FALL 2021  ..hey Calm.. lose the crickets would ya?..🦗🦗

mexico goddamn !

when my big bro had not even 2 yrs to live  he moved

to Mexico  he did not slink away either  hell no  he rented

a huge loft above a furniture store on mainstreet run by a

guy named  Val     (he’s a prick ape)   

 

on a good day:  he hunts bears! he’s my bff   but really my bro

went to Mexico  to have lunch  and that he did with  zenmind

+aplomb  free at last from   mammon-o-mania   a devastating

soul carcinoma

 

here i stand at the corner of Southpark+Sackville  in a town

i can see myself living in  holding onto a steelepole  for dear life

if i let go  will sailors everywhere rejoice?  whales  salt  moors

hey  they even have anchors for the unmoored !

 

when did i grow so fearful ?  clutching the dashboard as my

3rd husband  Calum Andretti  drives evilkenevil +nailbite  thru

hairpinturns  toward our  so called future

 

in my mind i’m going to Hali  i’m prying my fingers off of the

steelepole  can’t u just see the wind  lifting me up  up  apesiepoppins🌂

now FEARLESS   +ready for lunch

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Fall 2021  ..there is nothing to fear but fear itself..(FDR 1933)

 

 

 

the boys of halifax

pressed up against  but at least not  press-ganged

that sounds intense  tragic  18-55 yr. olds kidnapped

for the king  having a beer  then to disappear  for 5 years !

 

the sailors of Halifax are:

young

lean

meanmachines

 

they wink at every corner  & beckon a girl into dank rooms

stonethick   amber beers   sly sidling up

 

with any luck  the lugubrious one  all doe eyes  lingering & wet

will crook his elongated forefinger

 

& take me home

to his bearded mama

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Fall  2021  ..save me from overwrought Haligonian chowders..

put a tiger in yer tank

the nova scotia tea ceremony  where countless sailors

spurned in your dreams  sit zazen  +encourage u to cut

ties with ancient aficionados

 

the ones who left u unprepared for the mind/body

tarantella  mind trapped in body  body trapped in mind

The Fall was not fortunate at all

 

under the fig leaves  residual animal echoes   u leap over

tall buildings to find the savanahland crux  (cruchs in yiddish)

u are NOT a man  u are a manimal   🐯🐯

 

u shit 20 feet from where u sleep

except there are tiles

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FALL  2021

..the more i see of some people the better i like my dog..

(Lee Atkins Purdon Dr. circa 1965)

 

how can u have any pudding if u don’t eat your meat

in lars von trier’s Melancholia  a giant meteor is

catapult + aimed at Earth   the depressed people

+ the children remain  unfazed

 

everyone else is in a bunker  hunkered   a bit like

our covidlives  no?   except that our depressives

are in the bunker too    weepcheering for doom

 

+ the children  all unvaccinated  look around

in wait   while the reaper  counts virginhairs   he

glares   +sniffs at their puddings too

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Fall 2021 ..oh the filthy herd..🐂🐂🐂

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