songanddancegirl

SHIT

SHIT   MY EPHEMERA IS EPHEMERAL

words are disappearing   clearing cards of

endearments proving i was useful  proving

i was worth my weight in suffering   last night

in a dream i told a curious by-stander i was

kicked  +worse   what could be worse?

urinated on  spat at  hair pulled  +clumps came

out!  once called an old bag from quite a distance

it was worth it i insisted   she eyed me skeptically

+lumbered off

i am tempted to fill in the blanks: you rare saviour

you glorious rose  without you i would never have

become the Prime Minister   instead i am left with:

light   forever your destiny  dreamcatcher  you were

woman

it seems that time is taking poetic licence  with my

ephemera  +turning out to be   a much better poet

than me

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Spring 2015

KOOL

KOOL KID  & THE NATUE/NURTURE KUNUNDRUM

in the park today there is a baby so cool  hip mothers swoon

he is likely 8 mths. old wearing a pork-pie +leggings boldly

emblazoned with neon peace signs   nice hat!   i say to old

nanny with baby spread on lap   it’s the mother  every day she

makes an outfit   

what will the impact be on cool baby?  will it be helplessly

addicted to chic?  never leave the house sans cravat?  develop

a lifelong hunger for dapper giants?  the whole of a story is never

told

i know a boy whose mother sleeps a lot  beats the dad a lot  Oh

+ there are bugs in the cupboards  so far he isn’t attracted to anyone

refuses to speak +barks like the dog back home   please teach me

how to do that     the whole of a story is never told

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Spring 2015