songanddancegirl

CONFESSION

IN  THE  TIME  OF  MY    CONFESSION

If the thing you said you were going to do does not materialize

And should it be found to have been meaningless

And everyone gives up hope

And the Curtain-Raiser leaves the curtain   at half mast

This is  PROGRESS!  

You might leave the stage   forever

And follow the dark haired cigarette smoking man you have

seen in the courtyard  every day for 6 yrs.    Go on   Follow him

To a place where nothing much will happen unless the

Curtain-Raiser finds the will to resurrect Spring

And the imponderables come to a grinding   HALT

You knew all along that he would lead you  OUT

He looks slimmer this Fall  & not as worried about

dandruff or his smell

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There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names,
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same,
There’ll be a golden ladder reachin’ down.
When the man comes around.      Johnny Cash  The Man

Fall  2013

ELEVEN

ELEVEN      ELEVEN

When all the ones   are ONE

When Hell freezes over

When September stops feeling

like the start of a new school year

When Moses comes down the

mountain with Viagra & Prozac    Tablets

When a+b does not = c  ever again

(they never should have in the first place)

When tired old Obama is no longer

1/2 the man he used to be

When the war on drugs  has legs

When Rob Ford is wrestled to the ground

When the referents in this poem are

returned to their rightful owners

When the thing that has been foretold

starts happening

Remember you are free to go

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*(today someone said to me: I really need to have this once before I die 

I passed the request onto the Clean-Up Committee)

Fall  2013