songanddancegirl

DOVES

WHEN DOVES CRY

there was a man who looked so

dangerous we waited until he’d left

before exiting Grand Electric   a burbon

+taco joint down the road   1/2 squeegie kid

1/2 Charlie Manson  skin pink  now pacing in

front of the lcbo  desperate for a drink   or

someone to dismember

girl in store next door   says her boyfriend was

beaten to a pulp  last week   squeegieman wants

more hipster blood    i say to my brother: don’t

look them in the eyes  +when they ask for money  

say sorry    not   sorry my friend     on this week’s

episode of favourite show  our folk hero  shot in face

he called his mugger  son    as in: son this is a mistake

today a guy wears a: what is love? sign   a large man naked

to the waist  delivers an open handed slap  to love-junkie’s

face    does he turn the other cheek?   hell no   he slashes at

the cherry trees  only 10   +2 yrs. old     fully pink for a week

or so   new grass covered in shredded massacre   hipsters weep

+sound like doves

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Spring 2015  soon none of this will matter snow will annul all talk of love

666

666 LIBERATED

all is quiet in the sambisa forest   the stoning

the explosions  +the crushing by tanks  stopped

the silence is full of un-screamed screams   the

freed women+children  some in shock  others

bewildered  line up for tea   +a stew of baobab

leaves

many of the new babies in rags   suffering from

malnutrition   warlords  of forced marriages  didn’t

provide board  just rooms  malaria+rape commonplace

Lami Musa 27  forced to marry the man who slaughtered

her husband  the whereabouts of their 3 children  unknown

now she is walking home with a week old baby  born in captivity

the military will turn survivors over to the National  Emergency

Management Agency   new home a dust blown refugee camp set

among baobab trees

Rachel Yehuda psychiatrist NYC  has found that children of mothers

with PTSD are 3x as likely to have it   +6x more likely to be depressed

+anxious    sunset in sambisa forest  piles of stones  crushed bones  +

land mines     pink skies+resurrection

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6000 yr. old witness to Boko Haram

savagery the sacred African Baobab tree

symbol of immortality

Spring 2015

SMELLS

SMELLS LIKE    SOUR GRAPES

tiny cherry trees in full blooded bloom

petals corrupting city girls who lay splayed

on blankets in park today   smell wafts up

parts: coconut oil   macaroons   +money

this is West Queen West   honey!

paper says Ondaatje  +Joyce Carol Oates will

boycott PEN dinner for  Charlie Hebdo    you

can bet they were  Charlie way back in January

seems that spring has turned them surly  +utterly

shameless

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april is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the

dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots

with spring rain.      t.s. elliot  the wasteland  1922

 
Spring 2015

DEUS

DEUS EX MACHINA

there is a robin redbreast shrieking in the

tree across the street from my Juliet balcony

the cacophony begins at 5 a.m.   the lone

trumpeter of Spring  i have named him louis

no! not that louis   that would be corny  which

i never do   it’s the louis from france  this shrill

robin  my sun king   he rescues me each morning

from ghosts +clutching sailors  who lately fill my

dreams   O i am ready for the coming Spring!

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But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? 
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. 

Spring 2015