songanddancegirl

COMFORTABLY NUMB

I  HAVE  BECOME     COMFORTABLY NUMB

There are 18  some odd  days left in the year

Everyone made a big deal  out of yesterday

It was  12. 12. 12.      People rushed to get

married   thinking all the 2’s   mystically

represented a good day for  coupling

They all looked pretty  manic  to me   One

poor bride being dragged through       Nathan Phillips Square

by her hulking intended    Looked like

she wanted to be   anywhere   but there

Maybe he’ll calm down sometime  soon   or perhaps Pfizer will

invent a pill for      overzealous grooms

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*32% of  newlyweds resort to pharmaceuticals within the 1st

20 days of marriage

Winter   13. 12. 12.      Songanddancegirl        Pink Floyd

COME POET

COME POET   SHUT UP

I’m reading the poets   charting their moments:

the rain   a bull    a mother who hanged herself

What are we getting at   laying it   so bare?

Bleeding the mystery  so it oozes onto the page

and stains the mundane   that runs rampant           out there

I promise to levitate you out of your chair   with

pithy quotes  &  pissy complaints   about:   

Wasps leaving without saying goodbye  &  Jews saying goodbye   without leaving

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Songanddancegirl      Bruck       O’Meara      Ginsberg

Winter  2012  

SPECIAL RAPPORTEUR

HEY  U.N.  SPECIAL  RAPPORTEUR    ON  TORTURE

Did you know that right here in Toronto    there are

hundreds of children who fall    within your purview?

Why not do something for them  esteemed ladies and

gentlemen?   One girl I know was bound with the same

wire as her mother    stored under the bed by the  new Dad

Likely the adults will need rescuing   too      Can I get a witness?

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Winter  2012

MONKEY RANCH

MONKEY  RANCH

We had   9 dogs  1 rabbit   fish  turtles

&  a squirrel   until a louse was found

on baby brother’s head    Later Rocky

fell off the balcony   Daddy  said he was

at the zoo   I believed him fervently as a

child is apt  to do

Especially when parents still wear           the cloak of mystery

Wow   they can run  &  sit on the floor

& chase you around the table when you

dis  their stinkin food

He wont eat anything   if you say you won’t eat it too

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..We starved our monkeys. It took them a whole year to die off..

In those days, children did as they were told..  

 Julie Bruck    GG  winner 2012   for Poetry

Winter  2012