Business Mother Son Poems

I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I...

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As if the house had landed on a witch’s vavavavoom,
the door’s ajar, and my boy had alerted me…

surely tornadoes increase the velocity of speed
of a...

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Mesh
Of my window screen
In spring
Licked from the inside by our inherited old lady

She is made of bird bones
White whiskers
Wearing her oversized fur coat in the...

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Seeing a drunk sprawled out
  on the front steps of a three-flat
and a beggar plying his trade
  at the end of the block

The...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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My first great faith journey
involved exiting EarthMother's nighttime womb,
without even a first language
except what RightBrain inherited
from noticing emotive taste and feel
and healthy/pathological touch
memories prehistorically Win/Win
and...

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Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)

A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
   ...

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My dear old mother
    God rest her soul
Way up in the heavens
    Now surely a holy saint
‘Cause when she...

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THE WILD SIDE 

We Walked the Wild Side
     Most of the men,
         ...

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