songanddancegirl

DRESS

NAVY  DRESS    BLUES

My new Comrags dress

is navy blue   A replica

of that dress from Florence

The cover of Italian Vogue   (1984)

on Patti Hansen Richards

White   for the wedding that

went missing

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Winter 2014

LEAVES

ALL  THE  LEAVES    ARE  BROWN

Digging in the dirt   Today so much

mud and water   Dirt floats   & Noah

might even have trouble  reclaiming

his projections   Dealing with his shit

This day is not for hope-squelched

citydwellers   You must have grit to

get through it   Like the man on the

corner waiting for the bus

A Bukowski dead-ringer   Face scarred

& misshapen   eyes sunken ships   Almost

feral   He will likely either:  murder the bus

driver  or jump into my car   & beat some

sense into me?

For not renting the apartment in San Francisco   20 yrs.ago

When I was plump with possibility & organic

granola   California  has a way of getting under

the skin  & in my 57th year  I can still smell the

fear  lessness   encountered there

Big Sur   Henry Miller long dead   & Liz Smart’s

ghost still weeping  by Grand Central Station

My thoughts perpetually creeping   to Divisadero St.

let me in

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Winter  2014

OBSOLETE

ARE  MEN    OBSOLETE ?

Resentment scented flowers   bitterness weed

Do you really want to wake up in a country

without men ?  Why bash them so heartily then?

Locate yourself in the thickness of things   If you

smile at the ape-man up there on the roof   he will

smile back   All thoughts of  jumping you  will vanish

He is youngish  not un-handsome  must have sisters

a mother  somewhere ?   Try this every day for a month

You will have him eating out of your hand   instead of

drooling on the shingles

Confront brutes    with words that rhyme

You will be the pied piper lady poet of your block

The man with the shovel out back will lay his coat on the

melting snow   and encourage you to join him     at the altar

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Winter  2014