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HATE

LET ME TELL YOU ‘BOUT THE BIRDS AND THE BEES  AND THE FLOWERS

AND THE TREES  AND THE MOON UP ABOVE    AND A THING CALLED HATE

JEW   A bullseye on me all my life   Dark eyes  curly jew-girl hair

Tribal nose somewhat softened by pogrom-rapes  + Aryan kisses

In my fantasy I would have joined the Resistance   In my fantasy

I would have sold my soul to a stout Nazi  to protect my family

Pure jew-girl fantasy   Of the highest order

You know what they would have done to a brown-eyed girl like me

Few talk about the sex-slave brothels of the Reich   My jewess aunts

their daughters  mothers  grandmothers  skeletal-brides of Panzerman

So  did the entire world look the other way  say about 1942?   Or just

the FREE world?   But then Jews don’t love   so what’s all the fuss?

Yesterday a cocky poet-has-been  provocatively asked my young nephew

bearded + be-hatted   Are you an Orthodox Jew?!  I bitch-slapped him

+spat at his feet     I meekly mumbled   Yes.   Jew.    Take your pick judge-y

reader    +be generous

Last night the sky above Trinity Bellwoods was full of jew-babies  flung

there   Only to fall on the bayonets of poseur-poets  father’s  uncles  +

innocent Nazi youth  Some might say:  Down jew-girl!  Down!  Have

you no sense of humour?    

I say: That man’s Chalmers + Acorn   Awards  should be cancelled  and

he should be made to watch the Son of Saul depravity  with his eyes wide

open   å la  A Clockwork Orange   Then there will be a peg for his clothes  +

a warm shower  +a job waiting     Work Will Set Him Free

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It is a fact that the yellow Star of David was sewn onto the chests

and backs of Juden  incase they happened upon a Nazi with their

back turned..

Deep Winter  2016

CRUELLA

MARIE HENEIN’S INNER CRUELLA  & THE TRIAL OF THE CENTURY

Since I no longer expect anything from mankind except

madness  meanness  and mendacity;  egoism  cowardice

+self-delusion  I have stopped being a misanthrope

(Irving Layton  poet)

Is it just me  or are we  collectively confused re: the goings on

at the Gomeshi circus down the road?  Certainly there seems to

be  an element of: scorned starfucker  to the 3 witnesses so far

All appear tragic  at times tragicomic  vixens   Vicious misogynistic

rhetoric?  Or just the misguided  +wounded   setting the victims

rights movement  back decades?

Doesn’t mean Gomeshi isn’t a dark+violent sexual tyrant    The

similar stories do paint a picture of an egomaniacal manboy  with

a hairpin trigger   It just calls into question the accusers motivation

The moments when: no  became  yes  became no  became   No doubt

there is a reasonable doubt  in the mind of Justice William Horkins

as there is for you + I?

Particularly in light of the fact that 2 of the accusers colluded in over

5,000 e-mails  discussing strategies  +imagining Gomeshi  fat  bald +

incontinent  awaiting trial   One alleged victim of choking  went so far

as to pen  a multi-page love-letter  ending with: i love your hands

It would seem that all 3  even perhaps Mr. Gomeshi  require compassion

+not a little therapy   Hopefully they will move forward  with some shred

of dignity   And the not so lily-white CBC  will be sued for an as yet

undisclosed amount

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COME HEALING O, gather up the brokenness Bring it to me now The fragrance of those promises You never dared to vow The splinters that you carried The cross you left behind Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind (Leonard Cohen  poet   friend of Irving Layton)

Valentine’s Day  2016

ROCKET

IF I HAD A ROCKET LAUNCHER SOME SONOFABITCH WOULD DIE

Last night I watched Beyoncé closely   shaking her booty

at Superbowl 50   I want her to have more dignity     In

Storyville  circa 1860  the price of a teenaged virgin was

$800     A murky trajectory?     Now her little daughter

dances in a brothel reverie   *see Formation video

just released

My mind wandered to Obama   You just know the King of

Cool American Presidents was getting excited in the White

House living room   ‘Shellee shares his thing for Queen Bey

+when they move back to  not the south side of Chicago    a

menage is in the works   Big lummox-y Jay z  is decidedly

shut out     Can you blame them?

As last night’s Superbowl unfolded  I couldn’t help but feel for

Cam Newton   While he threw some deadly pigskin   mostly he

threw to no one    Then he pouted with lush caramel lips  until

the 2 minute warning

Worlds away yesterday  while America watched burly men dabbin

in a crazed football-bachanalia   the Roundboy  in Pyongyang launched

a satellite into Space   Extending North Korea’s potential nuclear reach

10 fold with the Unha-3  a slimjim erectile-projectile

This pointing rather convincingly to Kim Jong Un’s bad case of penis envy

It is also no accident that Dennis Rodman   clown-bacchus prince  worshipped

for his tatts + golden showers  is the new best friend of the baby-tyrant   who

just inched us that much closer to apocalypse  What would Peyton Manning say?

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Beyoncé knows not what she does.. Formation

video beautifies Storyville & Katrina

Bey’s daughter dancing (centre) in Storyville

Deep Winter 2016

DEAD

HIGH PRICED ANGELS   FALSE PROPHETS    & DEAD END SIGNS

Today I saw Clarence on the 501   his skin ebony-blue   white

white teeth  & thick gold hoops gleaming     That’s Clemens

Clarence Clemens to you   Picture of him on my mother’s fridge

same inky-blue giant  embracing her   They dated briefly  met

down in Miami  and drifted apart in the 90’s   Now she’s 92  +

Clarence is pushing up daisies in Jersey

Last night the East Street band was in town   Bruce brought us to

our knees   +we begged him to go back to his hotel  get some sleep!

It was the River Anniversary Tour  1st time around 35 yrs. ago  I was

there with my fresh faced friend  both 23   She died at about 40   self-

inflicted    And I went on to save the world  one darkling at a time

These days on an egomaniacal Re-Invention Tour   makes it hard not

to chatter ceaselessly about projects  Cue eyes rolling back into heads

Just after the 1st River tour I met a psychiatrist from Winnipeg   He

couldn’t get his head around  Nebraska   so he gave his copy to me  +

after a not bad kiss  he hoarsely confessed: I’m the man for you!

I never saw him again   but married another guy with the same name

7 yrs. later

These Clarence visitations are growing more frequent with the years

The Big Man was a mystic who held court backstage wielding Tarot +

Peyote    What is he trying to tell me?   1) Re-Inventions are for poseurs?

2) You can’t Re-Invent something that hasn’t been born yet?   3)  Twenty-

three year olds  are false prophets

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Winter 2016

PRETTY

AND PONTIFF PRETTY PONTIFF  CAN ANYONE SHAKE YOUR HAND?

Iran is a demographic dream  with a youthful 

population of nearly 80 million  It is also true

that each year there is a  Holocaust Cartoon Contest

The winner receives $50,000    Iranian youth are

reportedly well versed in Western culture  & history

Except for the Holocaust   which is vehemently denied

Certain U.S. sanctions remain in place related to human

rights issues  +support for terrorism    This week Canada

re-opened its embassy   Welcome to: SunnyWays  diplomacy!

In Rome today it is a balmy 16 degrees  and the Pontiff is shown

with a distinguished foreign leader?  Or a repressive tyrant?

Iranian president Hassan Rouhani   In addition to which  unclad

Venus’ have been boxed   All bare breasts  vaginas  +penises  are

verboten to this visitor of the cloth     Another Fortunate Fall?

Lest we forget that humans once worshipped the body  in all of its

glory  +created the Gods in our own image  so that we could rise to

the occasion   We could be heroes   +fight the pull to internecine

warfare embedded in our DNA   maybe even fight the urge to blow

our antiquities to smithereens

But in a decade or 4  none of this will matter   Our warring minions

will be eclipsed by the: Artificial Intelligence Gods  hiding in plain

sight among us   Yoshua Bengio  Professor of Machine Learning at

U fo Montreal  marvelled at the recent computer win over a human

at the fiendishly subtle game of  GO

So  what concessions will an android Pontiff make  to a peevish

tyrant  when all of the worlds Venus’ are in shards?

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February 2  2016   Day of the G.Hog

OH

OH BROTHER!

On Wednesday at 3  a sledgehammer hit me  after

lifting the dried-out remnants of a fucking Poinsettia

In stunned spasmagoria I lurched to a drugstore  down on

King West   It was there that I found a blue+black truss  with

a velcro ice pocket for 17bucks

One brother called me Trussy  while another reminded me

about his favourite doll:  Tressy   circa 1963    She with a spool of

golden tresses  un-coiling from her fontanel    He took up serpents

+headed for Nashville   where he’s considered to be quite a catch

Most of his metaphysical secrets  bestowed by an uncle  of regal

demeanour   who prowled our suburban street wielding a golf club

In flannel pajamas  most days

Now in my lair at U of  T  somewhat recovered from Poinsettia purgatory

a guy with a Stussy hoodie+bedroom eyes  approaches me   As I stifle a spasm

my deep-purple lips emit a loud HISS    +Stussyboy swoons like a slender reed

along the shore   causing small excitements up+down my scoliotic spine   Sordid

+supine      I cry:   more  more     MORE!

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TRESSY

February 2016

ALICE

GO ASK ALICE

Ignore the WHY? question  my supervisor said  some

30 yrs. ago  in an Israeli accent:  Eeets meeningless!

And she was mostly right   After a child had asked WHY?

somewhere between 10-17 times  they would go back to

symbolic play  or simply wrestle me to the ground

But the physics experiment called:  ALPHA   may answer

the WHY? question  once +for all   The  ALPHA lab is

right next door to the Large Hadron Collider  where they

just confirmed the existence of GOD   in particle form

While the ALPHA experiment has confirmed what Alice

already knew: there is a mirror  an anti-matter reflection

of every single particle in creation  +every single reflection

conceals a hidden flaw  WHY not tell me yours?  #iamovermyself

It was the WHY? question that led the naked ape to the Gods in

the first place:  WHY are we so small +the sky so vast?  WHY does

the Sun disappear?  WHY does the female ape make so many babies?

Now let’s add some of the WHY? questions in the therapy roomwomb:

WHY did my Mom try to drown me?  WHY did the Dad lock the doors

+sex me? WHY can’t I live with my family? WHY can’t I feel pain in my body?

Israeli supervisor wherever you are: The WHY? question may in+of itself be

the anti-answer

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Forgive us our inability to negotiate the beaten path

of one perfectly rotten planet  (Judith Fitzgerald  Poet

left for dead at the side of an Ontario Highway)

IMBOLC  2016  the seeds are stirring!

PEEP

CREEP SHOW PEEP SHOW  A.G.O.

This is a communal space and a communal drawing!

barks the interactive artist  Sue    Feel free to get down on your

hands + knees  and draw!   Sue sounds Mao   while the Courtyard

smells Confucius   Someone has mysteriously trapped poor Karen Kain

in  Song Dong’s mausoleum   There the ghost of Andy Warhol cringes in the

corner

Caged ballerinas  a bicycle  and a milkshake   Art as tomb for teeming Beijing

tenements  where probably  some girl babies cries were suffocated  before they

died of One Child Policy   Thousands of little girls huddled in the wardrobe mirrors

Shy  cold  +searching your face for signs of their mother’s

FREE KAREN KAIN

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SONG DONG  COMMUNAL COURTYARD  A.G.O.  January 2016

Winter  2016

JESUS

I’M NOT SAYING THAT I’M BIGGER THAN JESUS

It’s 5000 times bigger than Pluto  +billions of kilometers

farther away  +quite possibly has rings+moons   It would

take 10-20,000 yrs to circle the sun    Planet 9 hasn’t been

spotted yet   It’s a prediction  about which planetary scientist

Konstantin Batygin says: I want to see it   I want to see what

it looks like   I want to penetrate its gaseous mystery

Ground control to Mr. Batygin: You appear to be lonely   hitching

your cart to a planet yet to be discovered   Why not plumb the depths

of a flesh +blood human   instead of a possibility?  Though  if you think

about it  real relationships often feel like falling through a crevasse   or

like waiting to discover for example  what the child-faces of serial killers

(Hitler is included in the list) can predict about the adult

There is a site on the Internet for this  + many of the children are wild-eyed

+chimeric   Anti-cherubic anti-christs   Yes  real relationships are hard work

said my wizened therapist late last night   Yet  John & Yoko for example  made

it look so easy?  We could use the photo of the couple where: nude John is

wrapped around clothed Yoko  as a Rorschach test of your chances at connubial

bliss

What do you see Konstantin?  What propelled you to search the cosmos for a giant

gaseous planet  instead of for love?   A man-boy so grief stricken by the loss of his 

mother  that he clings tragicomically to the woman who broke up the Beatles

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Winter  2016

LIZARDS

LIZARDS ARE SURVIVORS  CHOP OFF THEIR TAIL AND IT GROWS BACK

giant black dog crouches in the park   squinty old eyes show me a zazen

monk   is he defecating?  bowing?  praying?   park on brant st.  crumbling +

cramped cemetery stones huddled close   are they monks kneeling?  peeing?

or crawling toward me  winter supplicants on giardia-frozen grass   bulldog’s

vet said not to sit in city parks  so poisonous are they  smeared with purebred

fecal decay   you will need more than a shower  +said bully will vomit on the

Roche Bobois chaise  all day

beeline for colette  a little slice of  paris  but with TO attitude  greeter says: i am

so happy you are here   eyes glaze over  fill with naked boredom for everything

poet  +her fey poetry   while multitudes of gorgeous french breads rot on marble

bar   a man who smells not french  sandwiches himself between me + the french

sticks   he says: listen lady if you have ever believed a depressive wants to be

happy   think again   they just want to be empty    i bludgeon him with a long hard

bread   +turn back to the sacrament of happiness  in the absence of his ripeness

i think about 10 yr. old morgan doucet who needs $200,000 worth of vimizim in order

to survive until next winter  morgan is dying of morquio syndrome   now the monks

enter colette with a litter  upon which they place me   like rimbaud   whose leg was

festering  they carry me up yonge st. to the dense green ravine of suburban childhood

where the river of babylon flows out to sea  no more sturm und drang for me    Even

though you cannot see gravity  you know it is there  right?   have no fear city-dweller

you will be so much more fuckable   come february

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Deep Winter 2016