i am NOT a poem (ivica)
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( i am a poem
ivica
NOT
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we are people
a parade bold and polite
they...are playing a waiting game
he is Jacka working-man
shouldering his barrel in life
oaken and full and lonesome
full of the only thing he values
in their world: himself
she is barely a girl
hardly a sinner always a surprise quite a woman
I am not some words
and YOU are just a dream
a welcome relief, a tight unexpectancy
among the squirrels among the maple trees
but sometimes
when we're all (alone)
just for fun (and tax-free)
for a change that makes us SMILE
not for laughs (they're too cheap and loud)
we switch roles (eagerly)
were not just things on a thing
but in the end....
i am NOT a poem
you are JUST
(a dream i carry with me)
and i am NOT
(a poem)
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there's no woman---
like the beauty
of a rebel-womanwaiting
leaning against some ruined, old hotel
for tourists
(food for the baby...water for washing....)
tired
the mor tars came
like a returning plague
(maybe...they were always there...waiting in the back-streets...counting...
another witch-hunt, burning-skin again....)
and she can smell
another faceless winter stepping closer
shock
sometimes her body just cries out the sweat
and the outside world keeps humming along
busy selling paper for bonds
for electricity for steel for bullets(enough is enough)
don't whisper in young Joan's ear
don't kindly explain to Mar y
and don't even tr y to tell Eve
that there's a war going on....
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canadians aren't americanseuropeans are not italians
(e gatti non sono cani)
wise-guys
arnota computer programmers
bingo-chicks aint never no hockey goalies
and trains R-not planes
but some of themat twilight
on a loosely holy day
when the cops
(who are definitely not art teachers)
ain't lookin', but are sure busy dunkin',
and the hour
(which is not an eternity)
is suddenly special...
well...then some of them...
sure enjoy...
CanadianSCanadianS
the happy confusion................
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a silk diamond un diamante di seta adamas bombycisa silk diamond in the city of night in la città di notte urbs noctis
but this time ma questa volta
with a big bag con un grosso sacco cum magno saccofull of stones pieno di sassi
come with me vieni con me mecum veni
for just a couple of nights un paio di notte
jump on my milk boat monta sulla mia barca di latte
honey girl mel puella
you're a hundred times cento volte
prettier piu bella
than any other skin bones
we're all lost siamo tutti perduti
but sed
with your silk and my diamondwe noi nos
can
fly
(better than any old city farmer....) meglio
((can you smell the wet air...bite the soft stars....))
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a present:water words
(to fill my greedy pockets)
handful after sweaty handful
the accepting
is (also) a present
chickens
in the factory
en attendant godot
trains
join together
sliding sausages
truthbreaks the boundary
a strong new wall
coffee
under the sun
the tree in me
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i prefer bums
to bikers or salesmen
why do the bums like downtown so much
when ever ything's cheaper in the suburbs?
(the houses.the wives.the synchronicity)
bums like company and
bums like other bums (cherr y red is nice)nearby
like they think they're a religious order
or a cyber-city
so i grabbed my blonde-babe and
we co-grabbed the subway to go downtown
for some over-due mischief
(she's a proper (delicious) terror:
whenever she wrecked 'em: she bought 'em)
we got on where the line stops
and this normal suburb-chick got on too
i nudged my little love:
the well-dressed chick was STANDING
in an almost empty (except for us)
subway car
(if picasso could only see her now....)
downtown at the old eaton centre
(with the ads: come see toronto)
we saw drummers with garbage
cans+living statues+los incas
(exactly the same ones we saw in paris)
and there was the subway-chick
standing in her new, filthy work-clothes
begging and bumming on a busy corner
(i confess: i was: surprised)
she looked right past us quicklywithout even missing a bum-beat
i guess bums have a job to do too
i guess politicians are necessar y
(just like whores in a farce)
i guess they're guessing too...
like an e-note
droning....
i guess the world comes at me
in distinct packages
(and they're all wrapped up for comfor t)(all the packages:
bums+bikers
+salesmen+whores
+babies+grannies
+uniforms+suits+nudes
+me+you (of course))
bums...
where would we be without them....
(but don't ask me)
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shir tsi don't normally iron a shir t or two
i do 10 or 12 at a time
it gets done and i'm free
for a couple of weeks
so last night, with one clean ironed shir t
hanging in my closet,
the shir ts said: what's the matter?
don't feel like ironing tonight?
go away don't bother menot in the mood tonight?
is the magic gone?
leave me alone, i tell ya (you¶re such a pain)
are you ironing some shir t at work?
so i got out some german beer,
the spanish movie star ted,
and i ironed 8 dress shir ts, 2 denim,
and two others i should throw out ver y ver y soon
poor sultans,
poor mormons,
and poor roosters
imagine a dozen do-you-really-really-love-me's?
a dozen wives? on a dozen diets? with a dozen roses? each?
a dozen new hair-dos, all with new dresses?
can you even imagine a dozen mothers-in-law?
i'm getting...a terrific headache
shir ts
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i saw Elvis
in the great greasy supersuburbs
(trading his Tupelo voice for their Las Vegas pills)
i saw Marilyn too
posing
as if Everyman loved her true
there was Thor in a passing limoi saw Bogart: tough, human, flawed, hatted
and King Lear solo,
raging against women
and the world and the weather
i saw a tall Ringo abandoned
Julius surrounded
T. S. Eliot etherised
and Jacqueline Bouvier all of the above
i walked around
the new sacred malls
the happy barstimeless streets
then i walked through the old neighbourhood
where my school used to be
and there was Mary Tyler Moore
smiling like only yesterday can
and Mary gotta pay the rentman Magdalene
Yoda and Einstein staring at each other
(some people are eternal)
((some things we do and feel are not exactly
unique))
i saw Dracula dreaming darkly
and Gandalf smoking, planning his escape
i watched an Olive Oyl chatting up a Sherlockand a Norm and a Cliff arguing about
whether they should eat or drink next
some are firm believers
and some are merely playing along
until the bell sounds anyway
there was good, old Big Bird
corporate Pele
and Cher sharing
i saw Barbie tooi swear it was her
I swear it was him
i saw Jack the Ripper, desperate and thirsty
Cary Grant, so cool, so lucky
curly Shirley Temple and hustling Pete Rose
who proudly only ever read two books
just look around for yourself sometime
if you don't believe me
Superman dancing
with another Cinderella
answers lie (simply) everywhere
a couple of Laurelswaiting for a Hardy
Mae West and Mr. Clean
lonely on the same public bench
and Mother Theresa, Lucy and Groucho
my God! the people i saw!
(the things i've done!)
i saw Elvis(the show must go on....)
(the show must go on....)