CARNIVAL

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Carnival, death, funeral, Humanity, identity, meaning, poem, Poet, poetry

CARNIVAL

turn
it into
a carnival

keep the
whole world awake
an entire night

drink and eat
and celebrate
fulfil the needs
of the flesh

cannot say
I hope to
see you
there

but know
you will be
there
nevertheless

part of the wave
of love as it spreads

sad
just thinking
of the joy of it

BODY OF WORK (POEM MACABRE)

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Carnival, death, macabre, Mexico, poem, poetry, the body

BODY OF WORK (POEM MACABRE)

what a body of work
poke it
and it crumbles into dust
and has not
even aged yet

pull back
the skin and
there you see
bare bones, not
even malevolent skeleton

nothing like those grimacing
Catholic-Aztec wonders from
a life-haunting
Mexican festival of death

they walk
it s alive

how so
when our planet
itself has become zombified

I do not even
know the Spanish for
dance of the dead

and my Latin is so
poor, almost forgotten

far from — perish the thought! —
the eternal or immortal

PLACES TO CHILL

PLACES TO CHILL

a homeland
for poets and artists
and people who
would walk to
walk around naked
seeing infinity and all eternity
etc etc

and cops armed with feathers
and open-air
prisons which are
just
places to chill

TICKLED PINK

shot with a joke gun
about to die
laughing

but clown
paramedics
saw him turn blue
rushed to
the rescue

repainted him
fuchsia

shade known
in the
trade
as
“tickled pink”

DARK CARNIVAL

I got my ticket
for the dark carnival

stole it from
an evil clown while
she slept beside me
so much red
white face paint
all over my body

looked like a plague
victim (one
insanely happy)