songanddancegirl

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   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..

Early Spring  2013   Songanddancegirl    Bukowski   &    Kerouac’s Rimbaud    1960