songanddancegirl

ROUGH TRADE

ROUGH   TRADETTE     ON  WEST  QUEEN  WEST

A lot of spills lately   Beet juice

cascades down my legs  looks like

vampires lunched   Peach purse       now  to die for  ruby

Paul Newman Caesar  smashes

in aisle 8   I walk slowly away  as       oil slick

stains   beige patent leather

But she is near perfect  old lace scarf

haphazardly placed   Perfect diamonds       perfect face

Peachy   sprinkled with pale freckles           fuchsia lip

Lipstick stays in place as               baguette dismembered

Young husband  bland as can be

When she drops something  she

does it   oh so carefully

But her voice  rough around the edges            screams    G.F.E.

And it finally dawns on me   that freebies      maybe      overrated

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*G.F.E.  girlfriend experience 

a form of prostitution includes 

french kissing, hugging, talking, and

eating a meal together

Spring   2013

GOD WON’T

GOD  WON’T  DO  THIS      TO  ME

Last night I was haunted by my

dead cousin     3 yrs. ago today

I stood at the bed where she lay        ravaged by lung cancer

I just stopped smoking yesterday

she said  through terror stricken gasps

I looked behind the bed  and found the plug       un- plugged 

There was little oxygen flowing at St. Joe’s     that day

I heard her beg for her life

But the doctor was contrite:

There’s tumor  everywhere  

He tried to let her down gently:

I’ll see if I can free the lung   the

one   that has not  collapsed

But alas she was dead before the

setting sun cast  a long shadow

Strange how we hadn’t seen each

other in 30 yrs.   And there I was

gazing at her   blue feet & grey tears

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Spring  2010