i think the bitch dropped a house on me!
in the same night my childhood house was dropped into
the alleyway adjacent to my now house a tall festering
townhouse mold-encroaching stucco paleyellow stainedblack
this gives new meaning to living in the past or does it? who
among you on a bad day wouldn’t want access to one’s old
bedroom dog parents seedy brothers ?
hey mum i’m hommmmme! instantly a baked potato appears
loaded with margerine+sour cream how was university? she
beautiful in her faded silk robe deshabille didn’t go to McGill (jew quota)
and for other no less nefarious reasons her mother signed her name
with an X money was not plentiful back in the day the baked spud
is warm dripping motherplasma now i can just go next door!
mother’s exact lament 3 days before she died: i just want to go home
my hair-trigger guilt got in the way thought she was dissing me for
her imprisonment with the near dead now i understand
the 2nd visitation that night was my BIG BRO at 20 yrs. old looking
svelte handsome happy about to regale me with stories (oy) the famous
Atkins-rizz blaring
last time i saw him his room adjacent to a dying girl’s her bro loved my
shoes her young parents friends +dog griefshrieking in hospice hell
on his final morning i heard distinct growl-whispers so i followed them
to a small room stuffed with (are you ready?) angels one archangel
the size of Kevin Durant clearly come to carry my bro+his 16 yr. old friend
HOME so listen up you CAN never go home
don’t believe the naysayers many will tell you no one dies with dignity but
they are deadwrong +spiritual-squalor it is much more difficult to have dignity
in life whipped+scorned as we are (see Hamlet’s ghost) 👻
death is all dignity
in the supine posture
of the crooked smile
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..and strip me of everything including my pride..but spirit is something that no one destroys.. (Traffic 1971)
New Year’s Eve 2023 ..bring it..
songanddancegirl 