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
TANGLED UP IN BLUES
Your eyes are the most astonishing blue
I have ever seen
Insolent azure alights from time to time
sending me into ecstatic confessions
Other times steely ocean blue –
I simply cannot fathom your depths
But I am open to persuasion
Hurry Or that idol with black eyes
and yellow mop, without parents or court will claim me
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Winter 2010 Songanddancegirl +Dylan Winter 2013 +Rimbaud
{February 13th}
1/2 MAN 1/2 MEPHISTOPHELES
All the women who had known him
were assassinated Some for their
beauty all for their stupidity They
had walked willingly into his lair
He did not order new ones
Now confined to a room with old
dementias & a Moloch or 2
He’d like to drive in his Jaguar
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Winter 2013 Songandancegirl Pink Floyd Rimbaud
DONALD AND JULIE SEETHE
Ah today $30 ticket Lost my velvet
gloves at Queen Video Dapper clerk
assures me that: Don’t Look Now has
the best sex scene ever All of dour
Toronto knows my Valentine secret
Nevermind I am about to have my mind blown
by Arthur Rimbaud So fuckoff bicycle
cop & enjoy my gloves girlinlinebesideme
Illumination(s) beckons –
Oh! the banner of raw meat against the silk
of seas and arctic flowers; (they do exist). – Bliss!
*(Rimbaud 1874)
Suck My Kiss
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Winter 2013 Songanddancegirl Rimbaud Red Hot Chili Peppers
I’m now making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet.
Rimbaud 1871
ENNUI UNCHAINED
The people in my local green
restaurant are so beautiful
I don’t know if I should be happy or sad
It’s like living on a perpetual
movie set where the lofters
perambulate around our park
with designer dogs on long
jewelled leashes
I for one am rooting for a happy ending
My hipsters deserve that at least
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Winter 2013
THIS TRAIN TAKES WHORES AND GAMBLERS
It was the Summer I ran off & joined the rodeo
Been watching too much Rifleman Fell hard
for Mark and on a lark jumped a train to San Antonio
This hobo life worked for Jack & Woody
But a girl from suburbia? Maybe stick to blue
mustangs and local buses ‘Cause Mark was a shit heel anyway –
Oh. Ah, Gold, Honey, I’ve lost my way.
225th Chorus Kerouac 1955
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Winter 2013
STRAP YOUR ARMS ‘ROUND MY ENGINE
I rode a dirt bike late lastnight behind a
biker named Mac He couldn’t believe I
was flying over the bumps riding high in the saddle
Like when I was 5 on Tex our lonely old horse
whose only companion was Billy He taught Illinois
a 2yr.old boy to climb fences and respect goats
Born fearless Born to run Born to die You and I
Let’s turn off the tv and go outside ride
the pygmy ponies to the Vieux Carre´
No No say No to the nihilists and to all burnt out blue-eyed cowboys
Winter 2013
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