wuzzle

Strewth, dana. God's truth,

has become, when all universal strongness; where everything you pull along with so many

failed poems, failed romances and the trillion dirty promises

rise up like the bottom of some crimson rage. But you hold

on because of the need to

rid the basement of the cat smell. Self doubt,

cancer,

the

unmistakable voyage of synthesis

thru what remains of, lets just call,

propelled creativity. And i'm sitting at

Easter dinner all over

'You haven't been married yet" is

the question that rises

over the slick of cranberry sauce

and thru my sisters lumpy, celery gravy/

(F**k, i'm not being asked that again?)

when I dream like a too hot summer

or a too cold winter, that it will just go

away and I can drink down

the tall, orange glass of Tang

or pull over my chilled baldness the quilt

made of Beechnut chewing tobacco or

Juicy-fruit gum until you can

see right thru the patterns of

cutouts in my bare a*s.

And it howls, I swear it does, and hurts

like Hannibal Lecter

who thru his joyous lather of slash and pound,

another slick and sticky face appears

over mine.

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[Cory Barrett]

F**k yes that s**t hurts.

I am quite certain people repeat questions so that we won't ask them about their life's answers.

"So how happy are you? Did yo do the same damn thing last night as you did the night before? Why is this gravy lumpy? And why the f**k is it made with so much celery, and so little intentions."

And that quilt. The one with the holes, and dirty patches. It's still more beautiful than the single fabric comforter on their bed from Target.

[Cory Barrett]

d****t dana, got me all worked up. Great damn poem!

[h d e rushin]

thanks Cory...Your new stuff has completely blown me away. And that it from someone
who is so seldom blown away...We are survivors of this collective trauma; our witness is
rife with moral earnestness. dana

[Beccy]

And you had me at "you haven't been married yet."

Life is indeed a wuzzle. :)

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

it sure is beccy........dana

[W.k.kortas]

Well, you had me at Tang. This is a crazy quilt, though not entirely composed of Beechnut and Juicy-Fruit, of all the bits and bobs and detritus that make up life its ownself, and while we hold on, some times it holds us and fits a mask of "another sitick and sticky face" over our own.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend. dana