italian polka
trinity bellwoods fair

the way you play the accordion
is really magical
you are
really beautiful

i think you should always
fearlessly pursue your dreams

feral spirit

accordion man

play your instrument
and dance that way

maybe even
to the djembe

you sway like
this breeze

or with it?

we are remembering

and you are always forgotten
the abandoned script
of a moderately famous playwright
as the actor perpetuates himself vicariously

and you,
you're an unpublished mess of manuscripts and drafts
de-valued in loss and lack of translation

like something unspoken
that can be uttered

yeah yeah yeah yeah

yeah

not really

if i could begin at all

i would start over

contemporary woman

romance is fucking dead, since women learnt to cuss and masturbate and everything, and pretend not to care and never call, and never lose their cool, never act jealous, but we're fucking losing it, we have fuck all, we lost, i hate this feminism bullshit, this empowerment fucking garbage, breeds loneliness and lesbianism, i want to go back in time and wear a corset and stay at home all day making domestic activities look challenging, but maybe thats just because i'm into s&m, who said the slave wasn't powerful, who said woman in kitchen is thoughtless, fuck that shit, maybe i'm sick of thinking anyway, 50s revival, but fuck bluegrass too, your cowboy boots bullshit and greasy hair, you're not a fucking cowboy asshole, you don't even think you are, you're just trying to get dressed properly, and impress women who are impressed by that sort of thing, not me of course, i'm just always fucking back where i started, i couldn't even begin to be impressed

re-immigration