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o holy fuck me,

(brrrrrlesque dancing girl)

serious;ly

i couldn’t get my lovely derriere
out of bed
before noon

let alone into the shivering
cold
winnipeg
morning
oh our winnipeg!
wind chills
minus 35
here i’m guessing
(a week’s respite
from the brrrrrrrutal
long winters)
the salers/sailors
20$
20minutes
all you can wear
lined up
beginning at ten AM
!

oh winnipeggers!

for the noon time
opening at
ra/ra/ra
ragpickers

kristen said
there must have been
200
people go through
the vintage store’s
once a year
clothes/apparel
reduction
sail

“was there any nudity?”
i needed to know
what i may have missed
oh dear these fanta(seas)
and curse
me/myself

my winnipeg
(guy maddin
best film of the year!)
(i haven’t seen it)

“no nudity. there was
a lot of talk about nudity.”

“i guess minus 30s
precludes nudity.”

“there were guys in long/johns
(standard
winnipeg male
winter layering
necessity)
and girls down to sports bras.”

amy said,
“i’m really stuffed, i feel like
i’m going to explode.

salers in layers
wearing multiple hats
hats on hats on hats

and Miss LaMuse
has a mask
and hats on hats on hats on hats

and it’s sweltering upstairs
and never mind
the bullocks of
layers on layers on layers

“nice cords,” she says.
he says, “i’ll try them.”
“how many pants are you wearing?” i says.
he says, “four. one i came in with
and three more.”
he squeezes the cords on
another layer
of sweaty/ness
that makes five/
how many more?

20 minutes
20 dollars
all you can layer
all you can wayer

red faces
sweaty faces
shiny faces
sparkling eyes
smiling places
beautiful faces
oh the mask,

miss la muse, i’m proud of
myself, when i saw the mask.
“you must be very hot under it.”
“i’m eugene.”
she takes my hand,
“i’m Miss LaMuse. That’s
with an ‘a’ (in my haste
i scribbled LeMuse
in my pad).

“my books are going to fall.”
says another wondrous she.
“what books?’ says me.
she lifts her ten? layers
“look at this,” she says.
oh, of course,
how silly of me
books strapped
to her with a belt
a suicide book/ster!

i Love my winnipeg!

“my name’s elise.”

i love you winnipeg!

scott is tall
(i’m guessing 6 and 3
feet/inches)
and couldn’t find pants
because hans found
all the tall guy pants
that were left after 2:30

“how tall are you?” says me
“six three,” says hans
hans found a feather hat
for a friend
i can tell he’s wonderful
he’s layering in this heat
for himself and for friends afar

from our winnipeg/

“i have nine shirts, and this.”
panties for a friend
in new orleans
she’ll look hot in those.
he says to his shopping
female friend,
“you look beautiful,
i want to take you to bed.”
i’m writing all this down,
she says, “don’t tell his girlfriend.”
“should i change the names?”
“i’ll take my chances.”
as his friend finds another pair
of pants for hans
he says, “i can’t bend over
that far
with all these pants on.”
so his friend helps him
and the pants are far too
short for his long
legs
(oh, i have it from three
different sources
at the sale,
that the summer of legs
is a hot new winnipeg band!)

adrienne saunters three lovely
hats around
clothes hangers scattered
\metal/plastic/wood>
all over worn/wooden/floors

ian wears his treasures
like scarves
around his neck
falling freely
from his shoulders
(i like this idea!)
(
have the designers in paris
thought of this look?
)

another young woman
holds a book
on stress
to his chest
hans says, “i found a book
by jj rousseau. mention that!”

jolene
strips her layers
off
“six, seven skirts.”

groups of 45
streamed through at a
time
and then the stripping
clothes pile into green
garbage bags

there were so many
in such a small place
that the helpers
felt
overwhelmed
by the humanity
being pushed back
into the walls

kristen says,

“and it always happens
things that weren;t supposed
to be in the sale,
find their way into it
and i go, oh well,
a treasure that was meant
to go for next to nothing.”

oh and the fuck me
part
is
i meant to quickly
pop into the folk music store
to pick up one of the 45
tickets available for
the great lake swimmers
show at the folk exchange
(a very small venue)
and because i saw
wonderful alaina
i went immediately to the sale
and met hans
and miss la muse
elise and may
jolene brian and chris
adrienne
so i missed the last few tickets
that sold as i sweltered
in
my winnipeg
winter layers

so why didn’t i get up early
enough
for the first waves of
the 200?
at ragpickers
and be one of the 45?
at the folk music store

;last night
cash grab
inward eye’s
altered
cover song ego
played three
sets at hooligans
i was there for the first one

cash grab’s
bobby
also from the weatherman underground
(playing hooligans saturday night)
promises me
a sneak/listen/to
proudly of a new song
a delicious taste from their new cd
hoping to have the cd
ready in six months and
cross country tourings

so i check cash grab’s
set list
and notice time bomb
“is this rancid’s time bomb?”
“yeah.”
“i’m going to the cavern
for the wind ups.”
“we’ll do it, first song.”
“then, i’m dancing!”

sure enough
first song
time bomb
de
ton
ates
my dan
cing soles

i don’t stop
my cretin hop
(the ramones song
that the wind ups do)
until they’re first set is
done

sweaty t/shirt number one

and off to cavern
with tnt
(tammy and tina,
who wouldn’t stop
requesting carly
inward eye’s first radio
play song until
they played it,
“here’s cash grab covering inward eye.”)

hey! tnt!

whole lotta angus, bon scott
ac/dc cover band
is at the king’s head
saturday night.

tnt and dynamite me!
get to cavern
a few songs
into the wind ups
i layer down
and begin the dance

oh cass
(dance)
oh janelle
(with)
oh valerie
(me)

sweaty t/shirt number two

and then there’s the last set
and two
three?
encores
ending with gen x’s
ready
steady
go

sweaty t/shirt number three!

there you go
i didn’t get to bed
with my joe
strummer
bio book until
4 AM

redemption song
600plus pages
is there an editor here?

i bought my ticket
for the buddy holly tribute

what is

my winnipeg

without
awesome cover bands
and tribute shows!
farrell brothers
and magnificent 7s
doing buddy holly songs!
friday january 30
at the park theater

and a ticket for
boats
at the lo pub
on saturday january 31st
a fundraiser
for their trip to
south by
south/west
liptonians and
blue sky addicts opening

there you go

and now i’m listening
to white elephant
volcano suns!

life is good

and yes

c
o
l
d

in

my winnipeg.