CHILD
I CAME UPON A CHILD OF GOD
The heathen-children are back in our parks
first days free now back in captivity Sent by
adults who believe every waking minute should
be: programed supervised teachable
RUN! I cry as the bearded man-counsellor tells
them it is raining (boys+girls it’s raining)
RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN! mad wet poet
commands Heathen-children scatter hiding behind
rocks + trees
Tonight they will erect this city’s 1st stone circle and
the powers-that-be can charge a dollar & a half just to
see it Wait! bearded man-counsellor calling police
Mad damp poet giving out cupcakes Wonders if it was
all the Joni Mitchell that turned her into a subversive
bitch Naw more likely the Mingus
At 13 I drowned in the River Mingus flowing from our
living room stereo The Mingus+moonlight embalming us all
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* (later Joni would say that on the day Mingus died at 56
56 whales beached and died on the Mexican coast)
Summer 2014
songanddancegirl 