concluding poetry workshop

Music: Donna Summer: Bad Girls (1979)

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guided meditation

Guided meditation doesn't work, but
Bob Dylan does better and, but,
Berrigan likes big butts (he rarely lies)
and makes Anne's ass into open pages, a yawing
that Kerouac would
not say "no"
to later, neither.
Interior scroll with fish:
So swabbing, it empties the time, like
spirits of ammonia up in me,
the creep.

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a week of confrontations

On the road, nary a scroll in the pocket
just plastic and, presumably a cast-iron affect.

1. Golden Chick, not woman, and
transfat slurps; free wifi
my ass.

2. Plane turbulence, plane clothes
extra underwear for the outhouses
of rhetoric.

3. Hair-died recovery; borrowed bed and
space; she should clean up after
the cats.

4. Shit; pants slink low, zip that
shit but don’t get crunk. Why,
"hello there!"

6. Balls, blue commotion in this
tired lie, thank you Mr.
Linkletter, we're still not getting laid.

5. Anxious, getting there for
five hundred miles , punching
the brakes, I just don't do

7. Students, in a closed room who fancy
a barrel in the mouth might
be happiness

Like misogyny, the mother slang.

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barbeque queen

beep beep comes the barbeque queen
lifting spirits, groceries into chariots
procuring lanyards, bouncing bad news
out the window.
raiding bins of basmati backstage, for
bleating little beaks and
bankrupt bellies
Unboobing the traps,
burring faces in her bosom.
"Eat! Eat!" she brays and we
blast back: "Love! Love!"