___ love's a brown paper bag with a dollar sign strung around
its neck chunk chunk chunk chew chew chew you got it too
its red brown and shittier than a vase with a double dollar sign roun its neck
dollars to the good guys. sign and train. research for rich. come uppanance
for few . clacks the solo ricket.
not a bleak view on your paid out fat stomach
.
bulge of your culinary .
shitE
and the shit of love
puked its grain the excluded third first man
and the many.
t o say nothing
.
whore
.
shit to to the brown paper. exhausted poverty of expository. the pronouns drummed high death. a wilted life for the board of sack. venzetti and credit.
is that your voice forced? come along golly. folly to yer travel mania. the trips of the paid research scientist ar enot more legitimate than the infinite game of 'philosopher' and 'arts academic' and the eternal shine of the conference game. what excludes excludes.
some say this is bad
others say it is their right. a land for free for all. and poor. the 'dark' has come moon and light. the world.a fortured light. screwed on the table.
___________________humdrum _ and blind. so the winging terror speaks. free a t final from sight that blinds
__________________________ the conspiracy's always been against love.
it's love that's attacked
love's that's punished
banished
perjured
imagination
torched
so your reckoning the good
suffers
for the bad
as
the dual
tripe
buries
the
ripe
the 'rules' were not set
by you
___________the big boys told me it was too long
the little boys and their girl companions
told me it was not
clear
and
didnt fit the match
ing square
box
(its too long
its not clear
=meant
its too beautiful
too great
i cant cope
youre too
good
im fucked out
repressed
mummy lover
you fucked
me
you are better than me Cliff
I hate your guts
is what was meant
and perhaps
between the various forms of envy
and self loathing hatred
there was bitterness
about his long standing hysteric bitch
about to bereplaced what bereif
is this
?
by the second
hysteric
bitch
a grant wininning
separatist
complaining about her 'pays'
(nationalisms's always been the cheap
shot of the weak and resentful
can you explain
what you were doing with this all these years
Ah ~ but it was of course a convenience
and nothing for you to lose your life
for
but your crummy rhetoric
about hands and planes
you fat one
you second rate imitation of the truly creative
your spirit's always been
rucked
by envy
)
(I was never fooled
after you kissed Alan Lord's arse
you gutless
asslicker)
(you had a fire once
but traded it in for the
whatever it is of convenience
after I got sober
it looked for a time
yet you turned
into the parvenu
you'd denounced
years before
you always knew who to sidle up to didnt you?
you always had that handle
you always had that handle
)
and
(your overbloated
oedipal pal
and his exploding head
whispered voice
sucking in all the young jacks
from the middle and upper middle class
of mcgill and concordia
the
game was well planned
wasnt it
and that sleazy two bit 'journlst
from that whore supported rag
mirros shit
going on and on a
bout that bitter man Ian
no mean performer
i admit
but you and your crew
had it sized up
eh?
down with Duff
y
if he dont parlay
the five ten minute
walk
you wanted
In
with
the
Generation
of
X
and their
Kidss
and
so
you
Did
eh
And that other blanked
headed foghorn
the
kidd bust)
You always played
it safe
keeping
your cards
close
a
as
you said
to me
when I was 24
and you
23
)
her 'disctinct society'
and no
doubt her society
was distinct
matching his moralistic
rage
t
the upspeak like
verssus
the spoken
rhetoric
of old
whiners
friends
who'd laid
their travel
plans
well
jerking
out the circus
for their freelunch
mister
americano
become canadiano
with his
two
french canadian
hysterics
and their separatists
politics
then the years
of sentencing
that following
indenture
to the
crucifiyiing'
machine
of academic
holiness
and what is this
theory
of that
arse
whole
sniff
the of dead
'poet's
underware
his well worn
urn
yearn
his underware
and paradise pity
party
this
and so many others
came my way harming the hoot
harming the harmony
harming my love
harming my neighborliness
harming the truth
of the stillness
killin the joy
punishing the joy
-----------------------so now the pushy body of your sexy summer ~ tear and wear now the division
but vision of love's patron ~.
