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ATHENA

ATHENA     IN DYSTOPIA

Crusty bookseller Edwina places my

slim volume  next to Bukowski  nearing

ee cummings!

On the way to  BOOKMOBILE   he

would share his dreams    A cowboy

ideology   the farm  horses  grasslands

Ever planning the Great Escape from

suburban netherworld

Flat cement parking lot  beat up trailer

near  Overbrook  (street names decidedly  Utopian)

Cigarette smoke curling out of window

Green Impala   Cowgirl dismounts

thumbs crooked in pockets   Enters temple

of the  BOOK 

Neat rows coloured spines  slight smell of

mould   Looking for a crack in the universe

to crawl through   Now down the stairs   Impala

growls   Cowboy watches me carefully   flicks butt

Black poodle stirs      Giddy-up

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SPRING 2014    for the Horseman  Lee Atkins  1921 – 1989

RELIVE IT

YOU  WILL  HAVE  TO    RELIVE  IT

Has psychiatry medicalized  human suffering?

In his  Book Of Woe  Gary Greenberg has stirred

up a ruckus  He says: The new *DSM V  is a charade

of non-existent mental disorders   Akin to the 1st DSM

of 1952: Homosexuality is a sociopathic personality

disorder   Causing untold suffering & persecution

So much for the Hippocratic Oath

Will there be a DSM in the afterlife?  Even King Tut

(who was run over by a chariot & charred beyond

recognition when his embalming went wrong)  was

rehabilitated   Incest with his sister became: Dynastic

Inter-breeding   How many times must we crucify

Christ  before  Resurrection  finds itself in the next DSM?

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*Diagnostic & Statistical Manual Of Mental Disorders

SPRING  2014

ITALIAN MEN

BEWARE  OF  ITALIAN  MEN   AT   THE  RCM

When you write at the Royal Conservatory of Music

you rub shoulders with  future flautists   Men with rich

baritones   Today an opera singer so beautiful  my inner

Aida wept

Statuesque  Italian  Loads of black hair  White aviators

Almond skin   Oh there he goes!   With a sneer so severe

my fantasy explodes   all over the bloke beside me

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SPRING  2014

SERVICE

OUT  OF   SERVICE

Elevator dreams   Modern Jacob’s Ladder?

Elevator operator God-like  Cables exposed

Swings wildly   does not stop on your floor

May not stop at all   May crash through glass

ceiling   or plummet into underworld

Last night we recognized each other  he smiled

a little too seductively   But I checked the cables

through the gap  & climbed aboard    He cannot

frighten me anymore   This mortal coil not his to

snap    Flamboyant and greasy haired   like husband #4

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SUMMER  2013

MAN

MAN  O’  THE  LAND

His 1st degree is in trees   His 2nd in people

treehuggingbooklovingpeopleperson

There is more to him than meets the eye

Yesterday he carved a perfect square out of

his hair  just before a meeting   He looked as

forlorn as our bully  before his urethra surgery

Now a bald square on paw  post I.V.

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LATE  FALL  2013

F**K

F**K   THE   F**KING   F**KERS    F**K

                                                               Northrop Frye

It’s the kind of selfish when you’re sitting there

and you don’t know what to do   says the co-ed

She has been spewing 4 letter words brilliantly

as the very life-blood is sucked from my opus

Even Northrop Frye would be impressed with

the number of times she has used f**k in a     sentence

Her raven hair parted a fraction from the middle

she eyes me with disdain   She just walked to the

garbage bin and spat   whereupon a hive of late Fall

wasps   put an end to her ecstatic confessions

Beside me a young man reads Confucius

but his look screams Trotsky   He says:   It all  turns  on IF

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LATE FALL  2013

People

PEOPLE  COME  APART     & SHIT  HAPPENS

Nascent Spring   Peaches Geldof died on

Monday   Mother of 2 boys    24 mths. &

11mths.   She was 25    In Kent bulbs are

pushing flowers through the soil    Sir Bob

her dad said:  She was the flower of our family

Her own mother died when she was 11

Bob ferried her to England   I’m no    Amy Winehouse

Peaches said   Post-mortem on Wednesday

For many years now I have kept a small

whitebird in a gilded cage   I let it out each

Spring   It’s song is ½ Nightingale   ½ 11 yr. old girl

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SPRING  2014

STAR

A  STAR  IS  BORN

Taurus: A luminous source of beauty

is concealed from you    To become

aware of it  seek out a more profound

darkness

You know  Rob Brezsny   I expect more

from you than paradoxical psycho-tweets

The darkness that currently surrounds could

not be more profound 

How about some  HIGH BEAMS?  A second SUN? 

Flashlights in the night sky   pointed down at us

Especially near rivers   in basements   with post &

beam ceilings

This darkness is in need of translation  Rob     T-R-A-N-S-L-A-T-I-O-N

Recently on a small moon of Saturn  with a temperature

of -200 C  one of the key conditions of  LIFE  has been

found: WATER     We wish those on Enceladus much

good fortune  in the hope that this water  births a brighter  Race  

The prospect remains tantalizing

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SPRING  2014

WITNESS

CAN  I  GET  A    WITNESS?

She was 10   & called me from Aruba

A dog had been hit    From the street

corner  her parents dialed me in

He ran behind a building   he’s bleeding

he’s dying   Same girl who cried when my

blue rabbit collar   morphed into  little

rabbit foo foo    It’s faux sweetie   I lied

And now I lied again   long-distance

Animals find caves   dark & warm   He’s in

shock   He’ll sleep it off     2 yrs. earlier her

Grandfather died   Now there’s another space

for the next new baby    Little girls are taught to

love babies   (biological imperative)

I ask you   can all of those dead animals really be

at the Zoo?   Is  Satchmo on the farm with his friend

Brutus?  Is the tadpole you flushed   swimming in Lake

Ontario?  You really want to hope so    But uncle from

Buffalo disabuses you of this notion   Was he just old?

tired?     or  wise?

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EPILOGUE

He pointed at each child in turn:  Someday yer gonna die  and

yer gonna die    and yer gonna die    Yer all gonna die  

St. Agathe Des Mont  1972  (Uncle Cracker)

SPRING  2014

SPRING

SPRING  RITES

In our parks the adulterers gather

First day out of dark cafés   They lean

on fences   french kiss

There  a couple so beautiful  my startle reflex

kicks in     She is so sweet it makes me sick  no wit  

not even a bit   Don’t know why I married the bitch     (paraphrase)

As silver-haired beauty strokes his pitted cheek

I picture wife somewhere   Spring chicken on

flowered table cloth    bottle of Chianti  eh?

Watch  as she shoves arsenic into cavity

I tell you   early Spring brings out the worst in me

EPILOGUE

It is March 1963   Black poodle & me   enter schoolyard

We frolic until a man begins to chase us with his car

I count to 3,000   and run for my life     Blackie often

dreams our secret   trembling in his sleep     And as

for me   well I remain  fearless & pristine      Except in  early Spring

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N. Blacksonovitch  RIP  1963 – 1976 

SPRING   2014