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POEM: “Clean” — I’m innocent / to the man who loves me. / For the ones who don’t – / I’m square.

Clean I’m innocent to the man who loves me. For the ones who don’t – I’m square. I’m virtuous to the man who cares for me. For those ones who don’t – I’m slow. I’m beautiful to the man who sees me. For those ones who don’t – I’m hot. I’m everything to the man […]

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POEM: “Shotgun” — It’s no wonder, it’s une petite mort / french-kiss me.

Shotgun We come at the same time. These men speaking of simultaneous orgasms. But don’t you know great sex starts outside the bedroom. Foreplay started at coat check, he said. And mom said it was all about if he opened the car door. Can we get the boat out into the water properly with the […]

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POEM: “When You Crash The Company Truck” — Another, and another round. / $67.55 they made you buy the shots.

When You Crash The Company Truck If he could only see what I saw when he swung open the door Tall, proud, satchel bag from work, in command and clear-headed not stoned. You’ve so much potential! And you were so proud showing me around! But in the aftermath I saw it was not about me, […]

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POEM: “Suzanne of Montreal” — My arms started flailing at your mention! / My eyes welled up teary at reflection!

Suzanne of Montreal Oh well, yesterday I talked of you. My feet foot steps soles up on my desk And I told her of you: I was OVERTAKEN! My arms started flailing at your mention! My eyes welled up teary at reflection! Oh how we walked together after work lost in the magic of you […]

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POEM: “How Soon, Now” — Like your marriage / with an expiry date / you forgot to erase.

How Soon, Now? Oh, the honour we pay, the grave path we pave. Paved: with the regular walk of doubts of finding love again so – we stay. Sat on benches, staring at rocks, dead bodies beneath them “Come alive!” “Come alive!” We say. Go away, you say to them. For it they never met […]

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Montreal evening, November 25

Oh dear me. If you could have seen the streets tonight, lit up from the street lamps, and the brick walls beaming inside with book shelves, and neat lighting fixtures, and characters dining, bathing, doing their things in Montreal. My street! It’s my street! It was so peaceful, and me so full of peace. Walking […]

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Reuben and the Dark: UN LOVE = Astonishing, humble, soul-quenched album start to finish

Treasured: It’s like come for one song, stay for the ENTIRE album here EVERY single track on Reuben and the Dark’s album, “UN LOVE,” is a magnificent discovery of such soul, mystery, depth. Absolute quality without pretension. The ‘style’ of music transcends a few genres, but it’s at home next to some Wake Owl, Sarah […]

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POEM: “Incompetent Fuck” — But I float on / In deep, / Mother gone.

Incompetent Fuck She said “all you need is your health” But where’s hers? Gone to hell and mental shakes when she talks ball of anxiety and persona victimhood like a little girl at the office people pleasing with not much education but as a secretary – rocked it. She said “family is blood” But where’s […]

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POEM: “See You This Summer on Rue Marie-Anne” — I am / going to kiss you

See You This Summer on Rue Marie-Anne I am going to kiss you on Rue Marie-Anne in the summer street in short shorts out front my new place under ENORMOUS trees! By parked cars reflecting city lights like stars and twinkles from dim-lit balconies and candle-hummed restaurant fronts! All of my 46 to your graceful-aged […]

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POEM: “Break the Clock” — But I am amazed by how we neglect so much around us / that gathers dust / that sits there, rots / while the focus is on …

Break the Clock I’m fascinated by how ‘micro-movements’ and minor manipulations are ofttimes perfect adjustments — just the tweak you need to feel peace. Why, I angled the dining room table just so in a room so I’ll have space to spread out my tea and my books and see the trees out past the […]

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