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No.

I am not a man who is lost without a woman.

Remember, I have poet friends who write of beckoning

hillsides from bejeweled towers; of apple boughs

of fathomable landscapes. Who have crawled

on their big bellies in seascapes and the backgrounds of

those early Picasso paintings, the ones where the face

breaks apart of salt and sedative. You know the ones

where the lips of men are parted from red and stone?

Where the eyes uncover faint combinations like a B-29

on some ocean bottom. I know of that spat between Jesus and the Devil,

know that socialism is curative to those earnest sidesteps

of poverty, independent of human consciousness. And as

fact of having being limited by my independence, know

that the Yankees are an instrument of satanic doom.

That Babe Ruth is a candy bar that gets hard as hell

in those cool days after Halloween so Mother left them

long in the brown bag that you would rush to open

like leaves in a windstorm. Litle spark of scintillation!

Found out last night that I couldn't get my colors right,

that my whites were off by an abominable shade. That

the black shoes thru the outfit off like a swirling punch

in my mud gut.

That you can stack pizza boxes as high as the house,

each 5 dollar one a slippery coffin, of sorts. That coffee

is best brewed in a home with soiled petticoats/

That I am impetuously,

lonely as hell.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like how the beginning is the denial, the middle culminates with "independent" and the end has the ephiphany...yes, i am lonely and yes, i do need a woman...

love the Babe Ruth part...well it is all good...sometimes you are such a Beat poet of the current decade and century...and i love that about your work.

er-really i do.

[Matching Socks]

Discovery...
It's sort of what it felt like, and then that reality sinks in.
Therefore you are here, or there, filling spaces of time with sharp little nuggets of fruit for our minds.
When really you should er-go get out there.
(Which I know you do so you're good!)
This is some serious sh:t here girl.

(My two cents only... Things were open to interpretation)

:) (:

I like your style.

[J.P. Bristow]

You are such an artist. painting in gritty compelling textures...not a virtual Banksy more like the street artist Gaia..you use social and historical references and paint neighbourhoods and moments with the zeitgeist of our time......... your work tastes tangible true, earthy and yet has a refined elegance that is uniquely you.

[writing mojo]

er-go my brain sticking to your legendary shoes like Hubba Bubba
and the clouds become outside inspiration nothing comparable to what you can packaged in four line stanzas...the things I would say to your shadow...excellent piece

[W.k.kortas]

Frankly, I find I occasionally get to the point where it seems somewhere between pointless and presumptuous to "review" your work. We all need to assert our presence to the universe; few, if any, do it so elegantly.