distilled hell
the distillery district in TO now a subkitch hell
where i went with the scott for an idyll after
being caught on a snaking urbanparkway all
inching turbines +near head-on
i realized life is not a beach it’s a bitch a wildbitch
medusadream 10 headed longing many dogs a
few horses 1 rabbit with a bruised head
hare of the dogs
but seriously daydreams about beach towns are
hazardous to health ditto traversing said towns in
search of something lost paradise found
NOT
lost city mariner walks in cropcircles around prettylittle
heritage by the sea OK! enough with popeyesailor dreams
mother dementing on top floor of rez where workers think
dancing with depressed denizens heals all
heel dementing dogs! heel!
i lay here like a dog she says +says a new take on Faulkner’s
As I Lay Dying but let us cut the crap there is still ample time
to walk into a happy ending
all fresh zen hopestruck
+ terribly constipated
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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire. . . . I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever won. (William Faulkner The Sound+The Fury 1929)
Dog Days of Summer 2022
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