The Story Of My Fucking Life


Posted by ilbebe on February 16, 2012

The Polish Rose Of Dutchess County

Is no white lily,

No rascal,

No Carnegie nor Bethlehem Steel

No Hammock nor Hammond B-3

No Kowalski, no ’70 white Challenger

No McAuliffe, No Lexington

No War on War

No Parenthesis

No loco parentis

Not there when I

Need a personal poem

Of Motion, grace, and substance.

Of love and paid-for dimes.

At the dawn of the return of the fishrat,

Slim Tuesday ashing at Treblinka,

Please call me, wherever you are.

You live within me now.


I summon you.

-11:23AM 2/16/12 @ Cafe Helloakland, outside in the sun w/Caz. Typed and posted 12:37PM @ Temescal Branch Library. Headed downtown to go Uptown, 25 or 6 to 4…


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