MR. MARTY IS IN THE HOUSE
the axe in the chest was pulled out around the end of year 2
the gash now dried blood salt impish memories of impish grin
he does the bugaloo in my bedroom daily his fave dance circa 1968
BAPTISMS OF FIRE
did u know that the rusty blackbird has already
lost about 90 % of its numbers +there are a billion
fewer blackpoll warblers than there were in the seventies??
there has also been a sharp decline in the brother population
a world without songbirds is a world without brothers and i
know too that all of u are growing weary of this poet’s madness
grief the stuff of tragedy all greek to me a baptism of silence if
i ever heard one hey does anyone out there have a voicemail of
his voice? please send it to me asap the silence is deafening
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Fall 2018 ..5 weeks today..a protracted grief they say..
SAW YOU STRETCHED OUT
in this room marty atkins bravely battled
the behemoth cancerinterruptus people
came and went but he stayed couldn’t walk
or talk or pray so i did for you and now regularly
howl my grief at the moon
some say: just don’t focus on these memories
yet certain ones remain etched into the grey matter
brain now reeling with footage of those days but in the
moments before fully awake we laugh and plan my trip
to buttfuck
your little one horse town in Mexico where you found peace
and bought a donkey i’ll come in february on an ice floe +
follow the path of the monarchs over Lake Ontario
so wait for me and make me the salmon risotto bro
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..energy can neither be created nor destroyed ..
it can only change forms..
(2nd law of Thermodynamics)
some people say he’s with you just in a different form
but i don’t care much for this pleasantry i don’t want a
monarch for a brother i want a football player
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Fall 2018 ..RIP BIG BRO..
songanddancegirl 