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portrait of the poet as an empty vessel
imagine, if you will a picture frame without a picture across the room, in the reflection of his mirror the picture frame now contains a faded, gaudy painting two pictures that thrust the viewer into the ego fight zone— … Continue reading
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that Canadian look, or cool to be Johnny Canuck
apologetic and glad with parkas, big boots here, plaid’s no fad —that Canadian look red serge and mukluks from Hudson’s Bay to the Mounties, eh? I’m sorry I look so good prairie wind chill fashion school arctic lows to … Continue reading
cupid’s misfire
Her hands sweat. “Time, gentlemen. Next table, please.” He sits. “You are gorgeous!” “And… you are too young for me!” “Name?” “Suzanne. Yours?” “J.J.. My mother’s name was Suzanne.” “Oh, really?” She’s distracted. “What are you writing?” “You’re the one. You tick all … Continue reading
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Vimy Boys
our boys took Vimy Ridge that day but Vimy took our boys away for King and country, hip hip hooray! we’ll fight the Hun, hooray hooray! the maple leaf forever, eh? and Canada came of age they say a country … Continue reading
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LSD kumquat
strange fruit I got LSD kumquat universe in a paper dot on the tongue parking lot out of body moon shot spacewalk sought and sought —is a smile caught deep in comfy sock box closet closed, locked in the … Continue reading
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premature buddhahood
the premature buddhahood want to come out early and half awake walking around in pajamas and lulu lemon their light is a figment of a filament the pink pig might say, some are comfortably numb why do they think they’re … Continue reading
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Ohashi
met this man who could float a macrobiotic cruise— dark hair, animated eyes small stature buoyancy life force life preserver like macrobiotic food well chewed cereals and local veg traditionally wise, Edo edge food has energy dude has energy … Continue reading
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Mujeres cat
Mujeres cat ugly cat street cat cautious cat— hungry cat tossing pork at that cat no eye contact no human comfort cat just wants a meal cat so sat no fat skinny cat Mujeres cat ugly cat street cat … Continue reading
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live your lost
live your lost love your limbo facing costs with arms akimbo the past, it’s gone find the now the future beckons you choose how so live your lost love that essence that’s the cost for being present
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folding sheets
it takes two to fold sheets one can’t do it too well her and I fold sheets very well— and sleep better together
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