songanddancegirl

WHAN THAT APRILL

WHAN  THAT  APRILL  WITH HER      SHOURES  SOOTHE

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote

That’s as far as I went   with Geoffrey  Chaucer

who made me run   screaming from English Lit

Singlehandedly      Then diving into Sociology

where inequality seemed to run rampant    It was

there that I encountered the course in Statistics      that left me panting  on the floor

I have nothing more   to prove    and have   since then

become an epicurean   specializing in  fragile cheese  &   fleshy men

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Hengwrt Manuscript   Canterbury Tales   Chaucer   1343-1400

Winter  2012

BACK AWAY

BACK AWAY FROM THE PRICKLY POET

I had the room to myself   mere seconds ago –

But now that    I    am here    people scurry  in

to figure out    why       I think it worthy

I did   before they arrived    But now I must

survive   their trying not to  stumble into me           

Like at the beach   when they close in on   you

All white skinned with red speckles creeping into cracks    and the scratching begins

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Winter  2012

TEA & ORANGES

TEA & ORANGES THAT COME ALL THE WAY FROM    CHINA

My childhood bedroom turned   mauve    when Leonard

began serenading Suzanne  obsessively   into the wee hours

The room where my black standard poodle  chewed a hole in

my bed     Where I hid my stash   and purple prose   as Leonard

morphed into   Joni    who wafted out the window when the air       was thick

And fathers returned to   suburbia at night    only to watch their

arteries harden  and  their dreams evaporate   on the sizzling screens of    new tv’s

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Winter  2012