The End
July 3, 2009
THE END
Yonge Street Station
July 3, 2009
Yonge Street Station
subway doors slide open
marie
old woman steps in
chewing dragging
on a cigarette on
a wart a suitcase
lingerie hacking spitting out
epitaphs
fidel
young lad jeans painted on his legs cuban heels
smoking red hair cinder hanging from his lips
suicidal freckles diving
off the bridge
of his nose
grin filling the gap in his teeth catches marie’s lazy eye
drags her languid smile
to his
room
where he rapes her dress
discards her body
on a mattress showers her breasts with kisses
and
shaves
are you still here? fidel asks
i’ve got no place to go marie responds
eveyone’s got some place fidel says but your’s isn’t here
marie drags her suitcase
down
fidel’s laughter rips open her heart the
stairs
and into the street
where the streetcars are vacant
and the street cleaners
are sweeping up the tears.
Please…
July 3, 2009
The Jazz Singer
July 3, 2009
The Jazz Singer
mimi blonde & bangs & 15 yrs old
singer swallowing mike
in a small town cornwall drummer
band with a green thumb
hot 4
lead guitarist jack
type was nail’d
by a gangster bassist named silky
mimi’s voice
burn’t out by the blues & smoke & attitude
should have stuck to ballads jfk &
about drunks and whores marilyn monroe
and american wars in asia mimi
hired by rich couple
2 n rosedale
mimi bare wayne & shuster
jack their
silky child or at least join them in their hot tub
asia
and mike the driver toured northern ontario kirkland lake
in a volkswagon bus south porcupine
smooth rock falls
not enough gasoline too much smoke moose factory
mike blew the engine
jack blew his mind
silky & asia got hitch’d mimi got homesick
heading back south
ambushed by
a gang of soft
maples everyone
pummeled into plywood
mimi raped
discarded on the side of the trans canada discovered under
her baby pine needles
survived TABLOIDS READ:
miracle baby
delivered by beaver
looks just like al jolson.
The Future Mr. Dolan
July 3, 2009
The Future Mr. Dolan
matinee smoke swirling through a projector’s thoughts
floating gown jungle heat lion’s roar
heroine river monkeys panic
thrashing flows hippos yawn
at a grinning
crocodile tarzan to the rescue
swimming over
angry violins braided hair
sarcastic drums balding heads
darkened theatre
mr. dolan watches a woman and child
popcorn lap stumbling
nalod rm ediseb staes otni yldnilb
the woman asks could johnny have some popcorn?
we didn’t have time to buy our own
i was a boy myself
mr. dolan sticky
smiles little
at fingers
the reach across a mother’s breast
boy gobblegobblegobbles up all the popcorn i want more
later
a hand reaches into his trousers pulls out
mr. dolan returns home to their flat
‘s penis the
boy
calls
him
the woman asks mr. dolan to have a seat daddy
as she goes into the next room
and calls the police.
The Empty Canvas
July 3, 2009
The Empty Canvas
pipes where smoke
keep sweating curls up
passion like
the elderly artist pushing his walker a snail
can’t forget the model he could not capture in gesso in bed
pieces of beauty
a blank canvas stares out at an empty beach
at a lonely flat
holes on the floor in socks footsteps
a face stuck on a mirror in the sand washed away
what did she really look like?
acrylic stiff brush her hair away so effortlessly!
a glance
a breast
eyes fastened to a billboard with thumb tacks
he paid her
money compliments
she never returned!
a canvas half finished pieces of her ear
a broken smile
a leg misplaced
the small of her back
holes for eyes
a serial killer’s sketch
the furnace won’t stop barking
the dog won’t keep his opinions to himself
the cord of the radio chewed off
her legs opened like an abandoned carnival
the suicide of memories carbon monoxide in the back seat of a ford.
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July 3, 2009
The Edge of Twilight
July 3, 2009
The Edge of Twilight
flight 505
north atlantic
stars above sharks below
passengers dreaming clouds i sure could use a smoke, marcie says
about the magic village working is such a drag, jackie adds
where no one worries 10,000 feet tight
about calories clapping pilot on stewardesses
or the price of gasoline automatic little
blue
mr. dolan skirts
insurance agent
worshipping a toilet
candy 13 yr. old maid wondering where everything goes
memorizing the speeches
of burning bushes swearing america is gone with the wind
free if only you believe in mime
mustafa hiding behind a black moustache
a southern accent
newly weds an album of his kids
buried in each others’ glow
an engine sputters
lilly I’m dieing with love
& mike there’s smoke coming off the wing
marcie squeezes betweeeeen rowsofseats
a cart
hot meals & cool drinks & chicken or fish or vegetarian?
I’ll have a steak phil chokes
air
pock
et on his scream
mrs. o’reilly swallows her plate
hot meals flying
atlanta stops burning
no smoking signs smoking
oxygen masks drop
love suck ‘d out of a hole in the floor
i wish i’d done something with my life, marcie cries
i wish we’d land safely, jackie adds.
Salvation Army
July 3, 2009
Salvation Army
white
locusts
jimi the evangelist eat
picks up fallen pieces of the sky
sade a skinny woman
turning tricks praying for rain
holds her side
tears running down her cheeks grace shimmering
i love blonde jokes… jimi’s hand salvation army uniform
dripping singing so sweet
down outside walmart
her back
jimi drags sade
to his room SELBY HOTEL in the next room
I need to see you naked… grace undresses for the darkness
a pair of black angels in her
stockings crossing mirror
waving against the traffic lights tears
gracefully in downtown dripping
syntonic sweeps saskatoon over
shafts of heat across saskatchewan her
is this what you wanted? sade’s smile
jimi apologizes
i have to leave you now
i didn’t know that you were a man.
Courtesan
July 3, 2009
