dear jeff

dear jeff
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i saw mrs robinson when i was
in my early teens. she was a sickness

invented by patriarchy. i do not
have a daughter your son loves nor do i

ensnare him with sex. he is quite free
to have affaires d'amour with whom he pleases
however he pleases
with me



dear jeff,

i'm sorry you feel as if i'm a bad influence on your son
who once wanted nothing but to please you
who was suicidal when i met him, as close to death
as you or i , drinking that ole janx spirit
till mack trucks became the hoochie momma
he wanted to embrace

i'm sure you want to put him back
on the straight and narrow where he can hide
his porn vids and bondage toys
in the closet, overindulge
in hours of neroesque television viewing
with his



dear jeff

i imagine it's difficult seeing your son
wanting to "wait" for a woman old enough
to be his mother. i hope he's being a good
boy though. he always wanted
your approval
of him as he is.

i find that's all
my daughter asks of me.

i understand
you're a harley guy.

you should be proud of him. he's going
to be fine. everyone
needs something to live for, neh?

dear jeff,

it's the pot, isn't it? you gave it up
for your family and you feel i should too.

what kind of bs is that? you should be
fighting for medical marijuana, your son

needs it, he's much more stable with it
albeit a bit, umm, lazy but so what?

a man who listens to jimmy buffet
must have once smoked pot. tell me bill

clinton was that him passin that doob
around to you in that orgy of exhale?

listen, i don't want to take your son's youth.
the beauty is we'll never be tied up

with kids. no need to explain why mom is older
than grandad. i'm sure this is just a phase

he's going thru and frankly i still love him.
we're going to be long distance lovers or in

todaze parlance friends with benefits. you know
he thinks he could be with me forever you know

he thinks he's gonna be a roxstar he's gonna be
a therapist he's gonna be millionaire the anti christ

he's got so much life in front of him. this is where
he needs to be right now. so um, i guess just keep

telling him the alts. but don't make him feel bad
for loving me. if he finds another who makes him

feel the same, then sobeit. i can bow out gracefully
cuz your son has the capacity to love widely and these

lessons we're learning will serve him well in his future alone. these are our classes. we take them togther.


as for me. men tend to scare me. as if they know
what a door mat i am. push me into being what

i do not want to be. a lover for them to show
off on the dance floor. a mirror for their diamonds

to hang upon. please try to understand but you
will not understand you are one of my generation

misunderstood the boom, took a broom
and swept away



dear jeff,

i hope you will give justin a chance to work this out
with himself. perhaps this is best for now. i love the boyman
he loves me. don't ask us to deny that. it may fade
it may grow. but don't get out the roundup, please?

let him live there,
train him, show him
what a family does
i will do the same with my children
it's the least we can do
for damaging them so much


let us love each other
as freely as we can
within our restrictions

i hope he's being tolerant
i hope you're getting to know him
he's a great guy
he'll let you in
listen


sincerely



mo dizzy
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the red led engages
intermittently i look at you
r picture the one
from in
side the shark's mouth
skeletal angst at this force
d departure how did they do it
the ones who went to war went off
to college a prison of separation
how do they do it the ones on the red
eye express flying across
oceans & continents to be for a few hours
us in fact we in fact
may find the secret or we may find
emptiness at the core the red
pulse of glitch
but whatever
comes i am ready
to acknowlege the power
of the weak force
that binds us.



capacity on a footbrige, 250 lbs


thundrous summer
ions carouse thru skies veins

tumble to thimbling
ground, cupped in a cusp
of becoming.

when we speak i can't get past
you into the clouditudinous vertigo

the industrial sky pushes humidity
to a last stand. we wear this blanket
hidden from the sum.

water baby
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i woke up in a sweat
and handed it to you but
you had already taken your sponge,
watercolors, the last of the brandy
and a lick of salt to the coral reef.

from my vantage point it looks as if you're
conducting an orchestra.


i woke up in a daze , went to stick
pinfeathers in the glaze you'd
put on the chiffarobe, but you were
floating on it, imagine that, in the middle
the pool, with your spf 30.

you, me, the water.
distance never felt so far.