MIRROR MIRROR I crash my wheelchair into the dresser, my mirror jumps, sweeps the CDs off the top of the stereo lands just so, not breaking, landing enough on the bed not to shatter, but shuddering loose in the frame, with nothing to reflect except the spackled ceiling. My mirror rests, no more selves to
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ENNS THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS
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PROSPECTING
ALL MY PARANOIAS by Victor Enns They chase me down like a Thurber cartoon Some so simple as “you stink” as I sniff and sniff And can’t tell the difference since yesterday. There’s the one “you think you’re so smart,” all frown and sneer “you and your big words, who do you think you
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V IS FOR VOWELS, ABJECT
This is my work for the day, updating and editing my abject vowels.They have been posted under the Abject Alphabet tab, and I’ll likely make it appear under Vicipedia as well. THE VOWELS OF THE ABJECT ALPHABET from AN ABJECT ALPHABET [1]“I am abject, that is mortal and speaking,” wrote Julia Kristeva.The term abjection literally
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PROSPECTING
The two stanzas below were found among the papers of Jimmy Bang since deceased. There are several unnamed poems which seem to be written in German or Germlish and using translation program back to English, back and forth like a really good game of horseshoes, a real kick in the pants. I lift my match light my cigarette
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A POEM FOR SUNDAY
LEAVING BOISSEVAIN I like how I smell when I wear cool blue deodorant lying in bed listening to girls with guitars rocking this way rocking that way where was she last night counting the tips at the end of her shift she was listening to girls with guitars dishing the blues Because there may be
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P is for Pear from The Abject Alphabet
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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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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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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