songanddancegirl

PASSOVER REQUIEM

A DREAM FOR PASSOVER

I write poems in my sleep   when

I’m supposed to be sleeping   and

I sleep when I’m supposed to be

writing poems

There is a lot of sleeping going on  it would seem

But   it is Winter in the G.W. North

where hibernation, mental masturbation

and a good dose of melancholy are de rigueur    for poets

Lastnight frozen bagels were flying from

the freezer    like mana from the sky

My mother horrified  her kids would beg

for bread  on Passover   fled   our blue striped    kitchen

While I chanted the lines of this poem until

6 a.m.    Now my poetjuice is fading and    I   seriously need a 

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Winter 2013 * NOT for Lena Dunham  anti-heroine   who showcased KIKE lastnight  

JAMES DEAN IS DEAD

JAMES DEAN  IS  DEAD    AIN’T  WE  ALL*

The CN Tower rodlike rising

to the heavens   Winter flies

dropping    like rain

Women coo in the lounge

chandelier glistens  dust mites   weep

Central heating stifles room

with ugly green art    An oasis

for   rude citydwellers

How could they have killed

the Prodigal son?  TV melodrama

wreaks havoc   Spring will never   come

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Winter 2013       *Kerouac 1956

SCATTERED POEM

THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT INTEREST ME ARE THE MAD ONES

Picked up Kerouac  from the shelf    yellowed

worn     Inscription inside cover:  Scattered

Poems To You    From a Scattered Person

I am filled with scorn   & curiosity       O Scattered Person why didn’t you keep him?

Neat little letters all lined up  in neat

little rows   Some beatnik ho?    Or

usedbook graffiti      Dunno –

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Winter 2013   Kerouac  On The Road  &   Scattered Poems  1945-1969