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power to the (gloved) people

as i grabbed her gloved hand   the guard

shouted  NO!  +administered a blow  to my neck

mother promptly kicked her where it counts   i

recount this cautionary tale as the covidoutlaw

stalks our environs🦇




enough said


my sister shouted   NO GLOVE!  NO LOVE!   as

the guard+nurse squirted epithets   +they were

not as pretty   as she is  👸




Summer of Glove  ..🖤🦇✊🏻✊🏿✊🏾✊






going to make

it   (everyone thinks they’re gonna make it)  (until  they don’t)


a bro said: he escaped living ten  fifteen yrs.  in one of those places

ya  but his checkout was graceless    or was it?   NOT


amazinggrace  fulness  danced like a butterfly  stung like a scalpel

he’d want to have long convos  about what all the oldmen in mexico

had for lunch   shrimp the size of your arm!


2 fer 1 tacos  the size of a  bladder  man   lunch was only 2 bucks  2 bucks!

no mazel   but then luck  she’s a finicky bitch      bitches



..did you ever have a sister  did you

no  but they’re all bitches..  

(William Faulkner  The Sound+The Fury  1929)



Summer ☀️ 2020 sweet the sound..






old bob meet dead walt

zimmerman found 202 words to rhyme with multitudes    (jew was not one of them)

this in his latest album  tho back in ’62 he couldn’t come

up with one for orange (!)  can u?   but hey  if yer gonna

rip off walt whitman   j’accuse!


mind u  u did give us  in the jingle jangle morning  +that is

way deep  but jesting aside  u with the profile of a russian

rabbinical scholar  +the hair of a girl jewbu


u  mystical transmutation of woody  who penned a song

about orange don’s dad  a white supremacist extraordinaire

u  of the gravel+tobacco voice


stick around song+danceman!   the multitudes can’t breathe

and the orange scourge contains the worst of yer american multitudes


has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?

i hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die

i am not contained between my hat and boots  

..i contain multitudes..

(Walt Whitman  Leaves Of Grass  1855) 



Summer of the Sunking☀️☀️  ..long may u run old mr. zimmy.. (morange !!)




this poem is so un pc  that i may be pilloried

no one gave us a parade   no one gave us a

protest march   silence reigned   when jews

were   ovened    slain


homosexuals too  roma+sinti  +the mentally

challenged   silence deranged   our skin white

this hatred beyond skin deep   creeps  into souls

of  survivor’s children


so much for my white privilege   tho i know that

my yellow star is invisible  + i may walk the streets

with impunity  no profilers bearing down  +10,000

doors opening for me


open sesame


but down in the deeps  there lives a jew  who calls

hide  hide  hide    they’re coming for you   i creep

into the closet   into the hole behind my shoes  +wait


did u know that the bones of hidden children were

found in closets  by the looters +squatters  in jewish






*the above photo is of a statue in Hamburg, Germany

in a park  +former nazi train station   where the plaque

reads:  ..there are no reports of any protests by the

people of Hamburg..


Summer 2020




alienation   absurdism  political allegory

kafka tells stories  about for example  a

guy who turns into a bug  the play involved

an actor clutching the ceiling  upsidedown


skypilot-cockroach-everyman    clinging


who among u did not morph into kafka’s bug

on march 9th  with the doors of our cells  clanging

against the covid   mother of all batviruses🦇   more

powerful than a louisville slugger


with sports cancelled+limp  the real mass opiators

vie to re-open  but getting u back inside brady’s jock   verboten

’cause sniffing droplets can kill u  so just breathe deeply

and cling to your ceilings  🦇🦇🦇




Spring 2020 ..inspired by JMA..argonaut..footballer..leetlebrother..






who by slow decay who by barbiturate

i fell for a jew  who had a large hooknose

+like a worm on a hook  i was hooked on

leonard cohen  he wafted daily  doing battle

with weasels  who ripped a brother’s flesh


same bro who told father  when i grow up   i wanna be black


smacks ensued  but father had his hands

full   with muddy+wolf   + our mother   also

a beautiful montreal jew  not one  of leonard’s



numerous cousins on both sides  fit that bill

though their beauty cannot be verified   +

leonard died  before i could marry him


with a drink in my hand  and my legs all white from the winter



..that most ignoble form of real estate

the possessive occupation and tyranny

over two square inches of human flesh

the wife’s cunt..  (Leonard Cohen  Beautiful Losers  1966)





Spring  2020    ..oy..




get your body parts off of our necks


do u think al sharpton knew the etiology of

take your knee off our necks  in his eulogy

for george floyd?  i hope so  because propaganda

even that of the politburo  needs context


ms. sarah grimké    was a white quaker  from a family

of slave owners   an abolitionist  + mother of american

suffrage    ruth bader ginsberg   is a white jew  who sits

on the u.s. supreme court


ruth popularized sarah’s phrase  when she fought tooth+nail

for abortion rights + equal pay  for women   and did u know

that before the indo-european hordes descended  with their

male sky gods      god was a woman?


+ the rounder the hips of ancient women  the greater their

fecundity    the absurdity   of my not knowing this   until 36

speaks for itself   context    context    context    blasphemy

in my ghetto


for it has been  in the name of our abrahamic religions  that millions

have died  at the hands of  despots  kings  priests  +madmen   this is

not to say  that matriarchies were peaceable  oxymoron is context too


humans are animals   food chain bottomfeeders   power  might   hate

rape+pillage   burn the village   enslave the people    replay the tape

so is the thin veneer of civilization crumbling?  is the human conscience

a social construct   or innate?


if the former   now what?  as family  religion  +community  are replaced

by technology   instagram anomie    my own brand of anti-hate   is more

generic  because hate  comes in every shape   it is the nature of our beast


my child clients  raped  beaten  burned  +murdered   from age 18 mths

maybe we should all take a knee in the coming days   as we do battle

with corona  + human hate   the vaccine for which  has been in progress

for  200,000 yrs




Spring  2020

zimmy what did u mean when u said everything is broken?

my poet died this week   my time with him was

short+bleak  or was it long+hard?  hard to know

so long ago  that we sat in various haunts  where

he would pretend to read my poems  without his



maybe they were better that way   back in those

days  i used 3+4 letter words  +rhymed obsessively

you remind me of busta rhymes!  he said   i thought

it was a compliment   but now he’s dead   our thread

cancelled    when he jumped


but you know   that other jewish poet  with hair like me

rhymed way more prodigiously  +he won a nobel   to

which he said  go to hell   (busta rhymin for your amusement)

they shoot horses   and some old poets


i always thought zimmy looked like a girl rabbi   his voice

now a saw  on the cartilage of middle age   while grey

hair sprouts  in the pandemonium of corona


the way everything did  when i was young  when death+taxes

divorce+cancer  were highly theoretical  +falling out of love

the great mystery



i enjoyed the seafood chowder at the Gladstone with pretty

Aprill  but had to go back to the kitchen with my wide bowl &

say  more broth for God’s sake   more baguette   how about

some fucking butter?  (Watermelon Kindness  David Donnell  2010)



Spring 2020   RIP David Donnell  ..poet extraordinaire +man about town..



and we gotta get ourselves back to the garden bud

lately i have been buying up masks  apocalypseporn

shopping for the forlorn  covidsexual   i don’t so much

mind being masked  at least the socially acceptable smile

is cancelled  they cannot see (thankfully) what u really feel

and it is not beatific  think of all the uncensored  fuckyous!


(smile!! they said  in the midst of my recent cancer tour)

*don’t worry i took their numbers


it seems to me   this is the dream   u cannot wake up  from

no matter how hard u pluck at your eyes   the now   has become

one of   those   dreams:    a lion   a nazi    a gun


and a guy  who says: you have a choice  either shoot yourself   or i shoot u      boohoo


ok!  WILL YOURSELF AWAKE   timetravel  back to your

real life   rife with fights  +vicissitudes   shit blowing in  from

the dark recesses  of a cousin’s closet  clobbbbbbbers u       history gone virrrrrrrral


maybe the best we can do  is wakeup to:  what we  were

i.e.,  old    alive+dying  all at once    i cannot go on     i must

go on     she does not move


*(to paraphrase beckett)    hey  at least i’m giving him credit!


stuck here

in the mud

of a deep fugue

as i do battle  with the invisible sun king ☀️    avert your eyes



these are on sale ..39 cents a dozen..

there is no vaccine for extraversion..


Spring  2020

we are golden jerry golden!

at the risk of sounding bitter  i cannot help but

shudder  NASA will spend 81 billion on a launch

today   while in our neck of terrestrial hell  a very

special window  is under construction  at our

96 yr. old mother’s rez


this window will be made of  used kryptonite  at a

cost of 69 cents   no expense spared to reunite us

now separated by the spikeycoronabastard for 3 mts.


this as heathenhipsters  fill our parks  with sweat+bathos

sorry  no child of god present  s/he was crucified up at

yasgur’s farm  in 69




Spring  2020  🦇🦇☀️☀️☀️

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