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K.WEST

THE  DAY  K.  WEST*     BECAME   QUEST

Let’s call it atavism  This return to Ziggy      40 yrs. later

My brain hurts a lot  (more)   Never thought

I’d lose so many people   Remember Starman?

He died waiting  for all the nobody people to

become  somebody    And my magnifiers aren’t

even strong enough to rip off Bowie at his best     Bear with me

 

Who could be more trapped than a 14 yr. old

in suburbia  coming upon  ZIGGY    A few girls my

age went off their heads   Later it was encouraging

to hear:  You’re okay as long as a second ego  DOES NOT  appear

(a very smart analyst said  in my 32nd year)

 

The moments of  the now & then & yet to be

are woven into a  past-present-future  brew

Where the re-curring deja vu  becomes your   curtain call

Something about:  A  ravine where a priest with blazing blues

pulls a still beating heart from my chest    

 

Now tell me yours   because you have been implicated

from the start    Of course you have the right to remain

silent    Everything you say  may change the trajectory

of your curtain call    It was after all  on April 4th 1994

that  Kurdt Donald Cobain said:  I miss the comfort of being   sad

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Fall  2013     *(K.WEST – the sign over Ziggy’s head  on the album cover 1972)

 

 

SPIDERS

SPIDERS  FROM    MARS

Louise Bourgeois the sculptor  (1911-2010)  spent so much

of her adult life in analysis she was said to be famously troubled

Perfect epithet for the modern famewhore   Fame now a birthright

Airtight liberation from the quotidian    The famous reportedly don’t love

(And they never forgive)  

 

In 2008 Louise B.  finally gave us an  Open Door    Liberation? Or cheeky portal

to another kind of entrapment   Freedom after all  is  Super-myth   the  GIANT carrot

One Buddhist monk has even declared:  You cannot be free until you are free of the

desire to punish    And there is someone I must forgive by 12:01 a.m. tomorrow  

 

Which will be more difficult?   This   or giving up life as I know it for life on Mars?

Nearly 97,000 Canadians have applied to join  Mars One  which will establish a

permanent human colony by 2023      I would simply rather be famous

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Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain (pain)
(fame)      David Bowie

 

L.bougeois

Louise Bourgeois   Open Door

 

 

Fall  2013 

CONFESSION

IN  THE  TIME  OF  MY    CONFESSION

If the thing you said you were going to do does not materialize

And should it be found to have been meaningless

And everyone gives up hope

And the Curtain-Raiser leaves the curtain   at half mast

 

This is  PROGRESS!  

 

You might leave the stage   forever

And follow the dark haired cigarette smoking man you have

seen in the courtyard  every day for 6 yrs.    Go on   Follow him

 

To a place where nothing much will happen unless the

Curtain-Raiser finds the will to resurrect Spring

And the imponderables come to a grinding   HALT

 

You knew all along that he would lead you  OUT

He looks slimmer this Fall  & not as worried about

dandruff or his smell

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There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names,
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same,
There’ll be a golden ladder reachin’ down.
When the man comes around.      Johnny Cash  The Man

 

Fall  2013

 

ELEVEN

ELEVEN      ELEVEN

When all the ones   are ONE

When Hell freezes over

When September stops feeling

like the start of a new school year

When Moses comes down the

mountain with Viagra & Prozac    Tablets

When a+b does not = c  ever again

(they never should have in the first place)

When tired old Obama is no longer

1/2 the man he used to be

When the war on drugs  has legs

When Rob Ford is wrestled to the ground

When the referents in this poem are

returned to their rightful owners

When the thing that has been foretold

starts happening

 

Remember you are free to go

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*(today someone said to me: I really need to have this once before I die 

I passed the request onto the Clean-Up Committee)

 

Fall  2013

YA

OH YA     YA  YA  YA  YA*

I’m writing a book on 18 century

copyright law   He was an expert

at the segue  bringing it back to ME  

 

An upspeak  wordcreep:   Write Nadia

Lasko she’ll get you on the right faculty

lists  & the list for Monday lunches!  

 

It’s obviously rather haphazard  but ya precisely         precisely

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* true story

 

Fall  2013

BALLS

BALLS  TO    YOU

bouncing balls flying balls (+bees)

always find me   my head usually

the sky a perfect audience on most days

& childhood a brief respite on the long haul    to  nowhere

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Fall  2013

HEAVEN’S DOOR

TRYIN  TO  GET  TO  HEAVEN  BEFORE  THEY  CLOSE  THE  DOOR

The number of medically sanctioned euthanasia

deaths in the Netherlands is rising  1,923 in 2006

4,188 in 2012   While in the West we reserve humane

death for our pets   Why have the numbers risen so

dramatically?  Are they euthanizing cagey spouses

& faltering rich relations by the dozens?

 

Or is society as a whole about to shift paradigmatically

to a place so farflung from 21 century nihilism that:

the final Monarch will land on the head of our last terrorist?

 

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*honey bees are rapidly disappearing from the Earth (last bee 2024)

Without their constant cross-pollination a massive de-flowering will occur

as well as the loss of every color in the spectrum

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spectrum

 

Fall 2013

QUINN

THE  MIGHTY    QUINN

The people all sit calmly under giant chestnut trees

Huge mahogany rocks rain down  Industrious squirrel-rats

gather them up  for the coming deepfreeze  When we will

flee bone-numbed from our Canadian winds   I have changed

seats so that I might preserve my skull intact  for another Winter

season   A cowardly act no doubt    In 2011 Winter went missing

only to return on March 14th  ripping my flowered stockings & knee

A woman saw me fall   and ran      It’s a jungle out there

 

I tell you  never  trust old Canadian men with    white beards

 

 

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Fall  2013

DEXTER

DEXTER  HARDLY  KILLED  ANYONE     IN  SEASON  7

I once heard a therapist say:  I don’t believe unless you’re psychotic

there’s any wound that cannot be healed or at least closed over with

some very effective scar-tissue    Who agrees with her?     Blasphemy?

Heresy?   Prophecy?   But then she also named her baby   Baby

& wrote a runaway bestseller on healing the  Motherwound

 

America’s latest mass shooting at a Naval Yard left at least 13 dead

One man 53  had been a shipbuilder for 30 yrs.  crooked grin  lanky

4 kids     In Nairobi this week after the mall attack   a 16 yr. old girl

was afraid to leave the hospital where her sister lay    much of a leg

& lower body missing

 

In the U.S. it’s a lot easier to ban smoking than guns    And the

I Love Guns & Coffee website has given the Starbucks mermaid a pistol

 

Wounds & scar tissue conversations moot   as Canadian researchers find:

Once a certain segment of the populace realizes that they can kill bugs

in the coffee grinder provided   they will return multiple times to the

bug crushing station     Apparently sadism is adaptive

 

At sea the shipbuilder’s ships form an armada   They will perform

counterclockwise circumnavigations in a ritual of undoing eternity

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Fall  2013

FAST TALKING

FAST TALKING   HIGH HEELED  GIRLS

She had cult-ish hair  pawned her crown

Into cheap tricks & rhetoric   A  Fisher Queen

if I ever did see one

 

Wounds ran deep   Spitting image of cult-ish

haired mother   Wolf eyes belied a sweetness

& a coquetry so seasoned   she unhinged Kings

 

Met her at 4   she said:  I’m gonna get nadopted

But went home once more  where baby brother

burned on stove   Wolf eyed mother left kids

alone   again

 

I heard that 10 yrs. later she worked the street corner

where audacious lofters searched for warm brunches

& the Grail    For 30 yrs. I entered a room  spoke an arcane

language   where small P.O.W.’s  greeted me   pre-verbally

 

An older boy who could speak said: It will get dark Therapist     very dark

The voice still stalking me on the terrace   Don’t talk to me

about  metamorphosis   please

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Fall 2013

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