Like how you send out the notes and poets thoughts like
this Geremia
Times revenge
a great line
never saw it this way in thought perspective
i am into bomber...fighter era of world war two
hueys that had some tags on their nose
sounds like it would have been a good
name...
somewhere we had our good times
talking to an ex not doing well
too many ghosts addictions
and my kid on speaker
like pics of the bowery
eighties
strugglers

it could and was
and sometimes is me
also

and those kids off
to wars
some motto
heading off
like a bearing

I loved Joseph conrad
books
and the western
msticysm from all
the culture
americana

and yet studying
euro culture
still interesting
except Im in my
had and
too much time
tending all the
pokers in the fire

times revenge

this morning
as i struggled
under a grey sky
to even get going
head out there
on the bike
find thepersona
I read this
and am inspired

Thank U Sir!

it sees no one differently
has no feelings

what of revenge Joe
its natural
all in ur mind though
we all know

heavy hearted
ich hat meinen kammeraden
just put princesses old cast
offs into red donation bin
across street kitty corner
two trips like a big mail bin

she can buy new more luxurious
clothes..has them
away away

we all our way
like trent resnor and johhny cash
sang
in the end

all about me my age struggle
with health
cancer taken some already
you find out visiting friends
I remember the funerals
because of the addictions
saw some sad get togethers
and send offs
some good
but
still
the progression

always think of houdini
circles
I just made my own
set it up
put myself out there
like a table at the bazaar
wore the shirts...dashing dear
dare clothes
and they showed up
to see what I was dealing
if I stole the other audience
from the seasoned pros
all that said was I had something
like any magician
trickster

the techno brights
I adored
they were my magic
too have them near
as friends throughout
and beyond was something
they dazzled me

I just fought back
the words would come too me
God I figured protecting me
and the ego
either that or buckle under
because my anti heros never
let up
became my own anti hero
my own cheering squad
of personalities
like Jim carey
mork from ork
alph
etc
characters
personas
of existance
waypoints like echo location
when I could not find my own
lost in the blizzard

just sitting watching a sunset
a fire
listening to music
this I have done to those
whom were going
dropping in
on my rounds sundays then
too friends
as my friends did too me
during my roughest times
alone
carrying the soul
the fire

till the light fades

our generation lived through
the greatest times I feel
the clubs the music
the flare
the ease
the decadance
ha ha

oh youth
I did it well in my run
and then found the new
youth
wanting needing that fix
of intel and magic
of connects
like switchboard
like traffic controller

eventually I will go
we all do
my dad died at fifty
seven..birth dad
tortured ol soul
so he was supposed to
be...maybe a brother
still..
what he wanted

friend of mine whom
wanted me at her side
business..big.money
importance...lonely
im from the shadows
the connects the anger
the violent tendencies
the toothy fanged forgiveness
and take over policies
that have always shaped
the outcomes of walk
she wanted

still does..

but would I be happy
on trips and spoiled clothes
silver and crystal
a dream at one time
and then
the raw harsh brutality
nickel and dimes of this

i had money
blew it all
and now I think
I should have got
a pack of cohibas
but will i remember
them like the pack
i found in the smoke
shop garbage in
davisville
one of the richest nicest
little up and coming
communities then in
toronto
just up from rosedale
hipster central
more toned down then
yorkville
in the sixties but for
the nineties the same
intensity

like finding a fifty dollar
bill in winter
which I did

circles....we make them
or break into them
like morrison sang
break on through to the other
side

Howl like ginsberg wrote
or the soft subtle
"the fog came in on little cats feet"

grade five I think it was
idealistic female teacher
mini skirt the hair
and I knew there was something
alive
it was all about then
the news
the papers
my sisters whom were
the age of the sixties
and my sister eldest
whom was a boomer

I belonged to a lot
associated
i should say correct
no patch no badge
but they walked me
through much all
of them
as I advisor vision
tweaker
beset with my own
monkeys
and issues
to sort

I walk alone

I had glorious moments
and then it all walked
and I ached like a junkie
for that love
that contact
those words
that wild action
and dull long reciprocating
cycles of patterns
going round that took
forever
doing time in the mind
but it was something

jamming
slamming
"develop a taste for it"
as my brilliant Bunni says
saw her accolades
when she took computer
programming years ago
every award like her eldest
daughter
the vhs
ninety something in highs
school
and me the class bum
and i tried....just dyslexic
thought patterns not of this
world.....

alien that poem you wrote
I love
the dark shadows
I was kicked there
shunned there
a performer....
read to the class
and we will love U
but try to hang out at
recess...no..fuck U
go away..your a creep
your a weirdo what the hell
am I doing here
I dont belong here
Radiohead creep
I couldnt hit the high notes
but sang this at kareoke

american pie to a five thousand
seated audience in the Plaza
at toronto for an aa convention
lighters going
i can mimic the voices well
enough...like my writing
an art...a gift.

in your writing was an earnest
beat....always there
I see it felt it
you like a few never wavered
I know what U mean by not
wanting to be more published
like a magician wants to keep
his moves to himself
like a dreamer wants to go
back to sleep
the visions his own
revelations
I applaud that!

the mean and critical bullies
of our world often think
all is forgiven
but like judases kiss
the jealousy of talents
and pure of heart
are never forgiven by
the true God that exists
and if that falls off
which I never have believed
does....
there is always Karma
the white van of thugs
bored and brilliant

I should write a book
get a passport save up
coin and move about

your writing was magnificent
and in my head what I read Is

unwittingly posted
ha

Love that too

great wit my friend!!

Mr Esker!!
(Formal bow too you!)