My P***s Take 2
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MY PENIS
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P IS FOR PISSING and PROCRASTINATION
KYVIV PEEING STATUES from Wikimedia commons from Piecers of my Mind/My Body in parts MY PENIS take 2 for Andy Suknaski, my first encounter with a writer-in-residence at the University of Manitoba. I went to pee outside, in a trough leading to a hole in the wood portion of our fenced pasture, happy to pee
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A is for abjection in my Abject Alphabet project by me, the mad phonetician. “A Poem of Pears” is a homage to Robert Kroetsch and his “Sketches of a Lemon” and his book The Sad Phonetician , which I was privileged to hear him read alive. There are a lot of alphabet poems recently the
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from Pieces of my Mind/Parts of my Body
MY SKIN (dictated, mildly edited by me, this is an introductory post to the letter P) You’d think I think this could be interfesting interesting. I have so much of it everywhere over me, scars every which way the one closing my stump the most sensational. The right foot and ankle I have left, screwed
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FILED UNDER P IN THE ABJECT ALPHABET (A.A.)
POSTURE I am sitting with good posture. My feet bare flat on the grownup. I notice a blister or a boil developing on my ass, a distraction. Sit up and the food will go down, swallowing is observed Tools for eating will not catch a fish but can turn it to mush. I am seriously
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LOOK OUT
EYE TO I My difference roots around behind my eyes what I see and you don’t is your loss with a sniff the mattress across the hall opens like I imagine clamshell opens with a touch of the sea and choreography contemporary to me but unleashes your contempt unfurling your curling lip, sharp tongue and
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Some more of nothing to see
I tossed a glance across the street, and it bounced back to me Our neighbour took his lights away, removed his Christmas tree nothing left did you hear me nothing left to see
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Bath Time for Jimmy
JIMMY BAN’S BOURGEOIS BLUES TAKE 2 I’m angry I’m in pain Why must so much stay the same I’m angry and I’m in pain All I do is try to explain I’m angry I’m in pain I’m not the only one Who suffers when I say I’m angry and I‘m in pain over and over
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from “NOTHING TO SEE
NOTHING TO SEE willowy orthopedist tends to (me) black and white negatives (screen) racked and raised above my caregiver draws my orthopedist’s attention A flash of interest, then goes pro nothing to see there’s nothing to see her gaze swivels to my power wheelchair, as I chronicle my chronicity including depression hears my explanation differently
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RESCUE
PERISHING Billy Graham has one finger in the holy data. The other pointing with authority to the Lord. Only in pictures in magazines does this image jump up And throttle me. Just a little boy with rumours\and a bag full of cliches I forget what comes next. I have forgotten most of what I believed
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