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Archive for the month “January, 2025”

a somewhat violent poem about art & the blues

some girls prance around the AGO like

the risen Georgia   some girls slink like

the splayed goatvagina  Picasso sculpted

my own preference is to cavort  like

Martha Graham💃🏻(spoken in your best

mid-atlantic accent)

 

today a man approached +asked: do you

dance?  i kicked him hard  in his Rodin

sized penis  visible thru blue tights

all the while a pallid Joni Mitchell wannabe

warbled  blighting Canada  Joni’s birthplace

kicking leg all a-twitch  poet yearns  for  the bubble

watching hoops  7 hours a day  her blue period

as millions died of the spiked one🔆 the one no one

will speak of anymore   except some sick chickens

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Winter 2025  ..the blight light returns..🐔🐔

 

 

 

 

 

 

the truth is out there

i have likely been reading too much wisdom literature

and it is seriously messing with my approach to Nirvana

which is clearly not simply  a blissful ludded-out state

 

where chubbycherubs  with tiny penises  massage your ego

into submission   Nirvana it turns out  is  knowing your true

nature  +transforming  into yourself   over a lifetime

 

though you have been told who you are  or should be  by every

tom dick +hairy bastard you meet   the world will ask you  who

you are  +if you don’t know  the world will tell you  (C.G. Jung)

 

 

Nirvana is also  coming to know the world as it  really  is   ie., not

the delusional:  happiness certainty +immortality (but only if you’re good)

version of life  modern humans are taught to expect   on demand

 

why not shift the focus then  to some of our modern day  sages+holy fools

you can’t always get what you want   everything is broken   i dont believe

in Beatles  and let us not forget   if you miss it  you miss it!

 

the truth might be out there  but something has been eating away at me

since my big bros cancer odyssey  a sharp pain in me side  appendix +knifelike

it’s probably  the truth  which has clearly  NOT  set me free

 

freedom shmeedom  what sets you free  is  rising  above the  truths  which

really are not truths at all  in the happilyeverafter shit show we find ourselves

in    fer chrissakes!   freedom should taste of  reality 

 

just ask  a slave

a camp survivor

your dying 98yr old mother

on her liberation day  the bravest

day in all her life    (i told you dummies i was gonna die!)

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Winter 2025  ..welcome to the new+improved nirvana..

 

 

 

 

i am a poor wayfaring ape-sie

not a prisoner of  i can’t won’t could should would   didn’t 

DID   more a sailor jerry girl  striped maillot  muscles  curves

fabulous glasses  skulltatts

a punkbeckythatcher☠️  take me to the river  time to leave the

old yellow house of dreams: largesse (never before has a girl

wanted/had  morrrre!)  happiness  grief  cancer  death    TREES    BEAUTY

 

i will light out for the territories!

post-pandemic lack of civility  a meanness in this world  hipsters

in OVO🦉 leave piles of purebredshit  EVERYWHERE   a brother

escaped to a higher plane  where the elderly levitate

 

and the lobby showcases the embalmed  Audrey/Holly/Freda  i will go there

i have been promised a pet hawk  a cure for cancer  where the ghosts of

my parents  who lived on the 10th   rattle+hum rattle+hum

 

and place brother’s

slippers

in odd configurations

A   p   r   i   l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l  l

a bit like Emily Brönte’s pitiful

H  e  a  t  h  c  l  i  f  f  f  f  f  f  f  f  f  f  f  f  f

i will be

moorish   +free

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Winter 2025   ..leave me be..i’m busy packing..

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