songanddancegirl

SUPERSTAR

J.C.  SUPERSTAR

The fatbirds are in the trees  last count 660

Their sqwaklaugh spreads through West Queen

West  making even the holiest hipster feel foolish

Like on Saturday when Falstaff shouted at the well

shod Opera crowd: YOU ARE ALL FOOLS!

Then laughed a bellylaugh causing chaos to his fatsuit

Is Toronto becoming a reliquary of fallen media darlings?

There’s Rob Ford  +now Jian Gomeshi   He has not been

charged with a crime  +the allegations have not been tested

in court  Yet it seems a sport to pillory  and dig up the latest

viddy   This time: bondage +beating  during sexual activity

Of course if Jian Gomeshi is found guilty  he should suffer the

most extreme penalty  Sexual violence is not pretty  Ditto sucker

punching one’s dates  +shielding teddy from the harshest of realities

What strikes me  is that few ever talk compassionately about the

glaring need for therapy  or ministry  until it’s too late

It always felt like Rob might harm himself   Until cancer came along

+claimed him as it’s patient  he was routinely humiliated   Jian now

eviscerated  is M.I.A.   So I ask you gentle reader: What would Jesus say?

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Late Fall  2014

CRACKED

MATERIALITY IS NOT WHAT IT’S CRACKED UP TO BE

I came upon a city of white ghostly porcelain people

2000strong at the corner of Avenue Rd. & Bloor today

An alchemical in-between a bit like Pompeii  All are frozen

mid-bite  mid-dance  mid-romance   Were they ever more

alive than now?   Were you?   Was I?   The scent of their

regrets hangs above the room   all ethereal  gloom+doom

The Artist-Maker (it’s cool to call artists makers now +not

return their calls when they beseech you)  sits at a work table

like a demented Goddess churning out people to fill cities  beaches

+graves    Today back in the real world they discovered a mass grave

in Iraq  with all the men of the village buried in it  (from 12 -56)

What of the women +girls?    More wives for the emir  of course

It seems relatively easy these days to build armies of women slaves

We hope against hope there are not copycat splinter groups   While

on boats+planes bound for the West   the radicalized look homeward

with misty eyes  & wolflike grins

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