lord of the flies
with the spirits of the boy poets flitting around me
stanford
radiguet
renard
atkins (oh they were poetic alright!)
commes des garçon i muse on the unspoiled land
that was my former life that strange country of
childhood.. like a dragonfly on a dog chain..
(Frank Stanford 1976)
a group of unwashed boys blubbery slackjaw
+unsmart 1 rotund sweetmeat told a cousin
he named his dog after me
another sat on the hill across from our house
everysingleday waiting for me to emerge +
somehow guide him away from the cement
truck that would squash him one day
gnarly outpost of Jewish quarter circa 1957
holocaust skeletons found row-house shelter
their screams echo under suburban moon
most nights unstill
you this tiny speck of consciousness controlled
by the vast unconscious of parents+ancient history
the rednecked rabbi with 12 kids a couple blocks
from your street so tell me what remains of your
own infinitesimal?
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..it is generally customary to avoid grieving
on Jewish holidays..as they are times of joy..
(this idiocy on the website of my parent’s
gravesite !! unlock the gates dumbkopfs
grieving is a sign of the sacred love for one’s
ancestors..i will grieve wheneverthefuck
i please..)
Spring 2026 ..let my people go..
simpler times
The Manor Ghetto
circa 1972
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