songanddancegirl

SOON

I  MAY  HAVE  TO  LEAVE  YOU   SOON

Today in front of me at U of T  I saw a sight

my brain fights to glean   Pretty young girl

tall + rail-slim  walking at a strange angle

Her shoes on close inspection hopelessly too big

& on her t-shirt in black chunky letters:

Hansel & Gretel Never Made It Out

She loped along making the day feel like the last

A girl like this could only appear pre-apocalypse

on the very day that Barak will tell us how he proposes

to deal with I.S.I.S.  *now hacking heads off of American

journalists

We live in a world where wars are called Peace Keeping

Missions  & both sides declare victory after 40 days + 40

nights  of blowing each other to bits     At a Futurological

Conference in the 70’s  Stanislaw Lem proposed  a world

happily drugged into hallucinogenic oblivion     BRING IT

The slim girl with a certain quiet beauty to her brand of

insanity reminds me that:  It is not Summer anymore  +

there are madmen gathering in Caliphates  knocking at the door

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Fall 2014

ANGST

AVOID  ANGST   IN  THE  EVENING

In our 2nd home  they bought the boy next door

a basketball he spent the next 10 yrs. bouncing

We un-gallantly accepted the mad metronome

counting aloud the seconds of our waning youth

Our diminished senses   The flies in the ointment

of our dribbledondreams   Go straight to hell Basketball Jones!

His father  a kindly man  waddled home each night

His sister easily the man’s doppelgänger   The mother

wore beige polyester pants  had a mannish profile  &

survived a brush with an early Reaper   At a certain point

all stories  are true   Where now young B. Ball Jones   of

the sweet face and bulbous nose?

Fall  2014