simpler times
were they simpler times? back in the day Death drove a pink cadillac
he was happier loved his work +the people he worked with there was
even a shine on his shoes! today he just scoops us without flourish
back in 1969 our teacher looked like an evil ET boney gaunt at the
withers Mr. Oglevie taught history +he could be scary my friend Marc
wore my mother’s red satin bathrobe to play the French bishop
who murdered
indigenous children
Marc had muscled calves +dark sephardic skin Oglevie leaned in close
as i squeezed said bodyparts he likely had a boner too as Marc was a
handsome dude
his older brother dragged my youngest home from shul where tomatoes
were thrown at the sometimes faithful Jews on many a shabbis squeals
were heard as Chinese food arrived oink fucking oinkoink
Marc died this week he didn’t have the years my mother’s stained red robe
won us an A in history from Mr. Oglevie who shouted: Bishops wore red by Jesus!
as he fondled mother once removed
red tomatoes
red blood of indian children
red silk from mother’s suburban boudoir
what were those stains anyway? likely pee from a giant poodle who shared our
parent’s marriage bed along with the ghosts of former wives lovers Sinatra
Roger Mudd +Stoney Curtis too mother had friends in high places
plus 4 children who regularly vomited cried over break-ups a near suicide
countless nightmares +a crazylove that still reverberates through the fields
on Parchman Purdon farm
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Summer 2025 RIP Marc Cohen 1957-2025 ..we had us some fun..
songanddancegirl 