O SANDY THIS BOARDWALK LIFE IS THROUGH
Our park is dusky highborn dogs glance
at lowbrow hipsters with envy? 6 inch heels
on gravel paths Competing tats in ersatz bohemia I think I’ve lost my way
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..For me this carnival life’s through– you ought to quit this scene too..
.. I’m coming to liberate you confiscate you..
..Tell them they can kiss our asses good bye..
*Springsteen The Wild & The Innocent Nebraska
Winter 2013
I AM THE EGGMAN
The same woman has interrupted my
musings given me a start bored into my soulhole
Complimented re-invented me as her
saviour? I cannot be sure She may just
be a stalker or the grim reaper?
Who knows perhaps I sit here no more
Identity jettisoned on the way to becoming a dung beetle
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Winter 2013 Songanddancegirl & Beatles
*(there is mounting evidence to suggest: 97% of believers are certain they were famous in another lifetime)
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN TELL HEAVEN FROM HELL
A couple just sat down He speaks
with Irish lilt in stanzas She
whispers haikus & examines the
windowpane On a day so grey it puts gunmetal to shame
A colour might die a slow death today
Coffees drunk in silence Now he speaks
of conflict in the park I turn a corner
where a colourless man with bent penis
poses for a class One member wears shocking pink! (ah there may be a God)
He attempts to seduce me: Come hither redheaded lady!
But I am unmoved As penisman feigns martyrdom
and glowers anticlimactically
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Winter 2013
MEDUSA’S 15 MINUTES
Lay an asp on her remaining breast
and see if there will be an exit wound
Or will said snake find a home so deep
that young snakettes will slowly creep out the follicles of her hair
Medusa rising out of Beauty Queen
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Winter 2013
*(new evidence suggests that Cleopatra was not a suicide)
JACQUIE SUZANNE SLIPPED ME THE ANSWER
What is there? There is knowing & not knowing
There is inching through the labyrinth around
giant Bull the one with girl in his eyes There are
the mysteries of moving through forms as though
there is a design But will we ever know the cost of Beauty?
Step smartly the withered dryad needs a valium or 2
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Winter 2013
A DREAM FOR PASSOVER
I write poems in my sleep when
I’m supposed to be sleeping and
I sleep when I’m supposed to be
writing poems
There is a lot of sleeping going on it would seem
But it is Winter in the G.W. North
where hibernation, mental masturbation
and a good dose of melancholy are de rigueur for poets
Lastnight frozen bagels were flying from
the freezer like mana from the sky
My mother horrified her kids would beg
for bread on Passover fled our blue striped kitchen
While I chanted the lines of this poem until
6 a.m. Now my poetjuice is fading and I seriously need a
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Winter 2013 * NOT for Lena Dunham anti-heroine who showcased KIKE lastnight
JAMES DEAN IS DEAD AIN’T WE ALL*
The CN Tower rodlike rising
to the heavens Winter flies
dropping like rain
Women coo in the lounge
chandelier glistens dust mites weep
Central heating stifles room
with ugly green art An oasis
for rude citydwellers
How could they have killed
the Prodigal son? TV melodrama
wreaks havoc Spring will never come
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Winter 2013 *Kerouac 1956
THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT INTEREST ME ARE THE MAD ONES
Picked up Kerouac from the shelf yellowed
worn Inscription inside cover: Scattered
Poems To You From a Scattered Person
I am filled with scorn & curiosity O Scattered Person why didn’t you keep him?
Neat little letters all lined up in neat
little rows Some beatnik ho? Or
usedbook graffiti Dunno –
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Winter 2013 Kerouac On The Road & Scattered Poems 1945-1969
BIG SISTER WITH EYES FULL OF PILGRIMAGES*
Near a river in the forest we found
a cabin Giant lives there said our
father So there are giants Scared
the beejeezuz out of girl tigerlily
Headdress of burrs & curls clothes
mudsplashed & torn Hiking home
through verdigris moss well past bedtime
Clothes will be hidden hair brushed burrs scissored forest nymph no more
Burning the midnight oil again Atkins?
pervy teacher will boom the next morn As I race
up stairs where 18 yrs. of teachers loom
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Winter 2013 (..wanted to use verdigris in a poem mentor said too ordinary..
I beg to differ Mister..)
* A.R. 1874
WRITE YOUR OWN SONNETS YOU LAZY BASTARDS
There was a conspiracy today aimed at
stopping me from writing As if it
isn’t hard enough to birth these words
Harder than a kidney stone? Don’t know Or a baby? Maybe
First it involved getting out of bed
Ice driving winds an Optometrist
who said: There will be a flash freeze
And a man on his knees beside the
parking meter Scared the shit out of me Cold enough for you?
And finally a door that said:
Jammed Use South Entrance
At every step I nearly bolted home home home
Like a sad little drone whose soul
purpose today was to eat
a Cupcake
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Winter 2010 St. Valentine’s Day
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