OH MY DEAR MEATBALL, EVERYTHING SHALL BURN, EVEN YOU

"ARMAND-CAPANNA"

"ARMAND-F-CAPANNA-II"

AND IN THE END LET ME EXPEND MYSELF IN A GRACE FOLLOWED BY THE OBSTINATE DRAGGING OF MY FEET

 "Armand-F-Capanna-II"

"Armand-Capanna"

IN OTHER WORDS: SPLIT MY ASS IN 2 AND CROWN IT

 "ARMAND CAPANNA" 

"ARMAND-F-CAPANNA-II"

"ARMAND-CAPANNA"

AND THEN AGAIN THIS IS ALL JUST ANOTHER "AHEM..."

"Armand-F-Capanna-II"

"Armand-Capanna"

Funny How All My Clutter imagines Me

 

AND LET ME SHOW YOU THE PROPER WAY TO PLUNGE INTO A SLAPSTICK RAGE

 "Armand Capanna"

"Armand F. Capanna II"

Armand Capanna

THIS FACE IS EITHER A PARADISE OR THE VERY BOTTOMING OUT OF HELL

 

MY COLLAPSE SHALL ONLY BE COMPLETED IN RETROSPECT

 

OH MY WOP-AH-TUSI (I HOPE THAT LOTTERY TICKET IS A WINNER)

 

I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG (TO SNEEZE)

GIRL, YOU BETTER STOP (PUTTING THE BOMP-BOMP IN MY WOP)

 

"Armand F. Capanna II" "Armand Capanna" Armand Capanna Chicago Armand Frank Capanna Columbia College Chicago Poetry

DON'T FORGET TO CHECK THE MAIL, SKIP!

"ARMAND F. CAPANNA II"

"ARMAND CAPANNA" Armand Capanna Chicago

 

Parvel's Shipyard (And the Slow Rising of the Lake, Towards Our Window, at Night)

 "Armand Capanna"

"Armand F. Capanna II"

OFFERING YOU A SLICE OF CASSEROLE AS I LOOSEN MY NIGHTGOWN

 "Armand Capanna"

"Armand F Capanna II"

AS ONE BECOMES OLDER, ONE BECOMES MORE UNCERTAIN OF WHEN, EXACTLY, TO CALL FOR A BUNT

 

"Armand-F-Capanna-II"

"Armand Capanna"

"Armand-Capanna"

MULTIPLYING ONE'S HAPPINESS BY INEXPLICABLY MULTIPLYING ONE'S EXCESS

 

"Armand Capanna"

"Armand F. Capanna II"

"Armand-Capanna"

AS THE LAUGHTER FEVERISHLY SCALES THE SIDES OF THE PULPIT

 "Armand Capanna"

"Armand F. Capanna II"

"Armand Capanna Jr."

To Temper the Expectation of Still Possessing a Young Man’s Temper.

Obviously, It's a Given Our Romance Would Be Wanton, If Only You Could See Me In That Blue Dress

THIS IS [-ALL-] BEGINNING TO GO INSIDE-OUT WITHOUT ME [Baby, I Reckon, This is the Best It'll Get]

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So, IF I am Catapulting This Beauty, then I am Strapping Your Floppy Jalopy Into This Linear Mess.   I Might Be Longing to Prolong the Stalking with a Big-Boy Thrust: --------à“To Be, For Me, is My Heart, with a Beat, for THEE”.  The Moment of Surrender and that Tender Look of Terror. And Here I am in Chicago, Sucking on a Finger that I have been Cherishing for the Past few Days.  And Here I am, at Night in the Mirror, Chasing My Tail and Sober, Remembering that This is the Exact Direction My Life was Meant to Take.  “Ah, Shit”—Shoveling (this—All—in)—And Still: This is the Only Body I’ve every Completely Adjourned.  Juggling the Yams of a “Man, You’re a Doll.”  And Now-Now-Now: --------àFiddling a Tittle for a Remittal or Acquittal of the “Why-Why-Whys” that Appear in Life’s Middle; But for Now: You Toss and Turn, Having so very Widdle it Belittles, to Till-and-Fill the Urn that Adds, to your Family’s Historical, Account and Riddle. ß------IN OTHER WORDS--------àThe Portrait of this Heart Resembles all those “Whatever Elses” You’ll Never Know. “Prudere, Addire || Treo, nor Trow”.  And HERE:-------àI Am: And Again, in the Trenches: a Hunk and Hoarding All Belongings, Especially the Mink Stole, I Stole.  Or Perhaps: I’m Wandering Aimless, Broke Down and Limping Through the Street of Strays with “Ballyhoos—[!]” and Half-Hearted “Yoo-Hoos”. ß------IN OTHER WORDS--------àIt’s the Difficulty of Narrating Anything, Ever and Clearly, a Concern: How My Face, Might Frame when Yellowed Between the Teeth.  But Listen You: this World is Nothing but a Cheap Bet of Hoodoo. And This: --------àNothing but a Document of How One’s Head is Held-in-the-Hand-Up High by Violence. And Yet: You Thought, “But No”, I Guess, I’ll Rest, “Oh No”ß-----àNOT YETß-----à“And Oh Lord, You Bet, it’s all, such a Mess” and No-No-No, One Never can Rest, and This, with My Hand, to Chest, I Swear and Do Surely Attest, And No --------à“Oh No—[!]”--------à “What a Terrible Way” --------àIt Was, And Then, And All: ------------------------------àThis STOPS, to Drop, This Beat, in the Street, And We Go, to Home, All Alone.

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