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Archive for the month “March, 2013”

PSYCHO

PSYCHO    PARABLES

She speaks a rare brand of  psychobabble

It is not for the meek     Last time I saw

her   she said:

 

Turtles move the shit    away from their bodies

 

I made mental note   And decided then

and there  never to break bread with her      again

But too late  for she had me in the crosshairs

 

Bang Bang     went my identity    and my lunch

 

I say to you Ms. Rabbit Skinner:

I hope you live a life you’re proud of     If you find

you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start  all   over again

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Spring 2013   Songanddancegirl      F. Scott Fitzgerald

LOVE IS LIKE

LOVE  IS  LIKE  A     DOG  FROM  HELL

It was at the Horseshoe    you cried over

Molly Mann    I cried because you cried

over her    not me        Love is an axe to the soul       you say

almost 25 yrs. to the day     I am beginning to

wonder if the pleasure is worth    the pain

 

There is a ring  with a cracked  heart in it’s       centre

If you squeeze it   the crack disappears   but

it always returns   It is: the heart that cannot     heal

It ended up  under my bed for 10 yrs.

 

Discovered there on the last day in my 1st house with my             3rd husband

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(..I wanted an answer, a neat answer..

..woman is perfect..)  

Hilda Doolittle 1931

 

Spring  2013   Songanddancegirl     Bukowski     H.D.

OFF WITH HER

OFF  WITH  HER    HEAD

I would have been beheaded for

refusing to  give up the worship of     idols

And had  Daddi  painted me  on my

face would be   a blend of:

 

Knowing the secret   implacable impudence   &  fuckyou transcendence

 

The male skygods  fear worshipers of trees

(and bees)  mostly because we find  divinity

in the wood of the cross itself

 

And in the night  come the bees   to lubricate our chains   with honey

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st. catherine

St. Catherine   Bernardo Daddi    A.G.O.

..Neither honey nor bee for me..    

 

Spring  2013   Songanddancegirl     &   Sappho

QUEEN OF BEES

QUEEN  OF  BEES          AND  HIPSTERS

Oh that snowbank is coming alive !  

3 faltering bees  looking for a Spring    hive

jump me   on the corner of Queen & Massey

 

I wave them away  like her majesty       (more truthfully I flail like a crazed she-bear)

 

People stop and stare   I give them the

Toronto glare   and walk on     This

happens each &  every  year    and is

the only real harbinger of the approaching       gentle season

 

So   you can all  wake up  and buy something

peach   for I banish black from the  Queendom

Make room for:  new passion  new gods  new pain      new bees

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Early Spring 2013

SO POETS

SO POETS    REST AWHILE     AND  SHUT UP

Today it snowed on my newly minted    red hair

and the dampness produced  a map   on my       right cheek

A  smudgey red  boot  has appeared

 

But   will it provide the kick  I need   to leave

draughty tea shops & oh so beautiful arthouses?

And write hungry poems from behind grimy windows

 

Now I ask you:  Is all of this renunciation really necessary?

 

For on this cold Spring day  in a too pink lipstick

I have run out of things to say    So for those of you

who would have me write  the next  Shades Of  Grey

 

Go write your own softporn   you forlorn bastards    make hay   make hay!

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..All your writing about pain and suffering  is bullshit..

 

bukowski

 

Early Spring  2013   Songanddancegirl    Bukowski   &    Kerouac’s Rimbaud    1960

PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES

PEOPLE  IN  GLASS  HOUSES     SHOULD THROW      XANAX

Chatter  Chatter  Chatter   a wind-up woman   blathers

excitedly  beside me   Loudly gesticulating  about the

habits of  girls  vs. boys  who apparently:  will stay in wet clothes     until dead

 

My sense is that medication  is in order  to bring her     blah  blah   down a notch or 2

 

So that I may hear myself think  &  there will be oxygen enough  for all

in this  currently  airless hall    at the        Royal Conservatory    Where I

once stalked      our    Governor General      coveting  her spangly shoes

*(talking nonsense uses 96% more oxygen often causing bystander blues) 

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Early Spring  2013

**Bystander blues: a precursor to acts of aggression in female citydwellers

 

THE BLUE

THE BLUE  RED    AND GREY

Listen:  go find your soul  go smell

the wind   go far

 

About once every millennium one of

us escapes   tames doom    So light out

for the territories   before your dog dies

 

Jump a train   be a part of the         Great Canadian Brain Drain

 

These mean streets won’t call your name

Other hostages will line up to fill  the gap

between  birth & shroud      So  Dash away     Dash away

 

Easy for me to say   when I can rent your dreams for $475 a day

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I know a man who works the night shift
He’s lucky to get a job and some pay
And I like every minute of the day

I dig every second
I can laugh in the snow and rain
I get a buzz from being cold and wet
The pleasure seems to balance out the pain  *( you can still add a question mark Pete)

 

 

Early Spring  2013   Songanddancegirl   Kerouac   Satchmo    The Who

ODE TO ALMOST

ALL  THE  LEAVES  ARE    BROWN

Serious case of  awakener’s fear   in San Francisco

26 yrs. ago    Jumped a plane home   chain smoking

Marlboros   In the last seat  in the last row  on my      last day    as a hobo

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sanfrancisco

 

 

Early Spring  2013

B IS FOR

B  IS  FOR   BELLA

Wouldn’t you like to have a brown Mom & Dad?

they asked my 4′ o clock   Thinking this would do

the trick   in a world where   changing parents     happens every 2 yrs.

 

Then they gave her a giant ragdoll  and said:      She will take care of you in the night

 

So Bella took an exacto  and carved the

dollmother  a heart    Mystified they asked:

Do you think she will need more therapy?

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Early Spring 2013

*not psycho-heresy: changing parents 3-5 times before 6 maims the human conscience

 

SMELLS LIKE

SMELLS  LIKE    TEAVANNA

writing poems   fatigue creeping   up leg

exact grey tuesday   as last    replica of

monday    ancestors decompensating

in heaven   bus splashes smallish man

snowbanks melting   seeds stirring

 

simple prose can bring on  distemper

as citylights  dim    man in tea store

asks too many questions   I punch him

on a whim   and watch him drop like a       winter fly

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Early Spring  2013

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