Monthly Archives: April 2015

They Talk about Us

As if our city were poison and they cookies n cream, as if we poisoned our own drying wells as if we’re going to hell faster, harder, sooner, better they saw on Breaking Bad our junkyards our precious sky-wrapped watermelon … Continue reading

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sang froid

sang-froid sahn frwa I am regaining some sang-froid getting cooler like cucumber face cream au natural i toyed with going solo, no 12 steps to sit in the sunshine on fail but the sang-froid is lightening lifting what the best … Continue reading

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My bucket list poem (drafty)

My bucket list: Get a bucket. Buy a house near a river Attend my grandson’s high school graduation first my grand-daughter’s but we’re almost there See a world cup soccer game with him Cook a quiche tomorrow morning Live through … Continue reading

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Love Letter to Diane di Prima

Love Letter to Diane Di Prima   “I wasn’t a woman; I was a Beatnik” (diane on diane) Anarchist, anti-authoritarian, well-fed Jersey girl parked yr stuff under a bench and established summer rights to sleep in yr claimed public park … Continue reading

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april 11, 2015 ruminations after Mas Tequila 5th yr celebration

april 11, 2015 Poetry Month The windows are dust stained, as in rained on dust then hot wind dried stuck. Millions of elm seeds in pretty little fan-like pods fill the wells because they are basement windows, just below ground … Continue reading

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capping for Owsley ’64 (5 of 30)

Capping for Owsley in ”64 So my brother says, “No, I don’t want a girl friend or a dog or cat either” but I like other people’s pets, he admits coyly sheepish I have relationships with other people’s pets, he … Continue reading

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The flu burned my face barren

the flu burned my face barren I lost my appetites, my desires could barely walk a straight line the good is gratitude for friends and zany family, poets who write ‘n share goddam I live in Oz, the witches are … Continue reading

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