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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though no more for me

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FALSE START 1 ish

This is the official Look show reading. But not the book the book comes after, hope burns. Name calling has already begun in my brain. Pompus piloty pig. No This is the official reading for the Look show! Sounds better already doesn’t it. That’s another show I’m on about it’s called Listen Here which is formally

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THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION

IMG_1118 Video Director and Camera by Jayden Ryga Written and Produced by Victor (I’m # U) Enns   WHERE DOES IT HURT? My stomach hurts, usually where I put my finger in this picture. The internal bleeding has stopped. I suspect a small bleeding ulcer developed by my anxieties preparing for the opening of the

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HOLDING ON

READING A BOOK When I think I’m dying buying a new book is a commitment, only half-hearted since I downloaded it instantly for my e-reader and not for my own library shelf waiting for a diagnosis waiting for a prognosis sounds like (tug your ear) punch in the proboscis bury me not with any Bibles

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TIME IN MY HANDS

“I am more of an existentialist the closer I am to running out of existence.” HE said.  Today is Thursday my computer tells me so. My colonoscopy is scheduled for Monday, the day after my wife Michelle has her MRI of her brain and her spine.  Wonder of wonders LOOK show has a few more

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DOWNHILL SKIING

from imaginary conversations Bruise You see this bruise? The one on your leg? Yeah that’s the one just underneath my birthmark. What about it? I got that skiing downhill at Innsbruck. You’ve never been to Innsbruck! You don’t even know how to ski. You try to convince my bruise of that! Where else do you

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QUOTE FROM A DEAD WRITER

Writing consumes writers. No end of ones better than I am have said as much. The passion hurts relationships. I think off and on about people I love, but I think about writing all the time. Writing is hard, or everyone would do it.*  By Peter Schjeldahl.    I am feeling Quiltly (ha ha ha)

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MY PENIS

My P***s Take 2 

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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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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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