The Duluoz Legend
–the stories
are all good
lonesome traveler.
Suicide by alcohol.
Integrity achieved by
fighting it out with
A sad & brutal
landscape.
Sure, Jacky boy…
Living life on your
limitless terms
Came and went
in a 47-year-old
gust of tears.
The “jewel center”
you fought so hard
to define…
Ended up as
literary criticism—
Contrary to the endless
notebooks that advised
all to release…
Go, go, go.
No definition or haiku design.
Just beers, a backpack, and a
Buddha prayer…
From a trialed-French Canuck
Roman catholic.
A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste
My college diploma, tightly packed
among used dental floss, celebrated
chapbooks, dried-up pens, and toenail clippings.
An education—
No one can take away
from you.
Hint of Altruism—Not Really
Hi…
Do you have a place to sleep?
Do you know where your next meal is coming from?
Do you live among the den of want?
Can I talk to you and ask these questions
without a hint of self-consciousness from
you or me?
Not a fucking chance.
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