songanddancegirl

CHRONOLOGY

BEDAZZLED ARE WE BY THE SUPERSTITION OF CHRONOLOGY

My swimming badge from 1965  turning yellow (Tri-Bell Deep-Ender)

Slim girl doing a nose dive into azure pool  studded with bourgeois wives

in crocheted bikinis  One the mother of future comedian  She is sweet+

caramel tanned   Ash blonde long gone  His father too   Stocky-hairy   5 ft.

three   Not a little scary  with stogie jutting from his mouth

Deep-Ender girl still alive out there  somewhere  Did her parents create her?

Or did she create them?  Does the past change the present?  Or the present

change the past?  Is chronology a fallacy  or does life happen simultaneously?

(send your answers to: #reinventme)   She walks to the bank in strip plaza

down the street   Model-mother from command post in bed  sends her out into

brink   Bring me the money

Note of introduction in palm of girlhand  cheque squished in pocket   Navy

trench  yellow London-look boots  Girl From Uncle lookalike   Brown pig-

tails with purple tie  sit dusty on her desk now   The body does not lie

Young banker un-scrunches cheque  +calls fabulous mother: Describe her 

he barks  Slim girl blushes dark   Banker goofy-grinned:  Yes she is!  

Girl knows  just what mother told him   Both girl+mother live into future  though

aging brains deliver past when least expect it   Mother told banker:  She is beautiful  

And now as we pass through the final inferno  Deep-Ender girl clutching mother’s

eulogy begins to read: She was a star at 19  a rare beauty  born way ahead of her time

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Samhain  2015  a time when the veil between the earthly & spirit worlds is thin

HAPPY

WHY CAN’T SOMEONE MAKE A SPACE MOVIE

WITHOUT A HAPPY ENDING ?

said my 22 yr. old  film school nephew  as I was growling

about Ridley Scott’s: THE MARTIAN    An American feel

good flick for deathdenyers + Hollywood hi-flyers   Complete

with Abba tracks   + Bowie’s: STARMAN   (WTF?)

Had it been SPACE ODDITY  I’d have walked out  +begun stalking

Ridley immediately   Dear Ridley Scott:  why not make a space film

about a place where all of our dead-loved-ones live  except   the only

way to get there is by dying   Too real?  Too much of a downer?

Depress the masses who self-medicate so passionately?

Anesthetize me Mr. Stoli   Mrs. Skinnygirl Chardonnay   I guess that is

what happy endings are for  Though in truth  the effect may be paradoxical

If you were bold enough  brave enough  NOT to candy coat it  Ridley  we may

get so used to the idea of death  it might become the other birth   In the same

way that violent video games helped prepare us for Littleton  Sandyhook  +Umpqua

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FALL 2015

LOVE

TAINTED LOVE

There is a line of poets waiting to squeeze

into the hole where the wolf sits curled   But

I bet once they get you in there  they mess with

your infrastructure  and tomorrow you will sound

bite randomly   Let us hope not as daftly as the

Trudeau boy since Monday

In this room at the A.G.O. there is a squashed blue

bird resting on a glove  under cellophane   & an ex-

friend in red shoes +bag   1/2 the woman she might

have been   Charlie Brown mouth  glumchum zig zag

as usual

Back to the bird   He lays there mournfully   not the bird

he used to be   (now she spies me +begins filming with her

cell  Tonight when the moon is high  she will project my image

onto her bedroom wall  +stick pins into my private sorrows)

On the way in today  over on Beverly St.  beside the park where

I have witnessed 3 sex acts   a lone woman slouches  Her eyes

watery+hopeful  gazing in my direction   Gold shoes from Vegas

veritable Moloch magnets   By + by I wear the red chord of Ruth

It protects me quite nicely from tainted love & scorn   Not so much

old battle-axes   + fragile narcissists

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(As she swam out to sea someone cried   Help me!  

Fucking narcissists  shouted my analyst  +swam the other way)

Fall 2015

OUTASIGHT

THE LIBERALS ARE BACK & WE THINK IT’S OUTASIGHT

Fall canopy floating to earth all around   Hoarfrost on the

ground Trinity Bellwoods Park   Gold wolf plaintive howl

Hunger in the eyes of scratching men  One practising Tai Chi

far too close to me   Bruce Springsteen needs a new plane  asking

us to shell out dollars again   for re-treads of: The River   Can’t

we retire too?

Perhaps get through  this election day with conscience intactus

Everybody’s gloating over voting stratagems   In 3rd year Poly Sci

Professor Smith of the natty bow tie  said: In the West we have 

delusions of democracy  while in the Bloc they know freedom’s

just another word for  Bolshevik  Menshevik  Putinik

Tomorrow the lilting rhetoric of Justin Trudeau will ring out across

the Nation  sans the pirouette   This son lacks imagination  Spouter of

safe diatribes  inch to the left  inch to the right   The fountain in the park

is stuck on ON today  water more pristine than anything we have seen  since

August

Soon the voting station at the park’s edge will close  +West Queen Westers

flock home in droves  Tonight top-knots will unravel as craft ale flows like

a River   In Tuesday’s pale dawn light  lumberjacks+sailors will lament   while

the rest of Canada hold hands   Stratagems be damned

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Fall 2015

WORD

WHEN I USE A WORD IT MEANS JUST WHAT I CHOOSE IT TO MEAN

NEITHER MORE NOR LESS  (*Humpty Dumpty  Alice in Wonderland)

I thought that I might like to be the Writer in Residence at

Al Purdy’s place  in Ameliasburgh  Prince Edward County

Past tense   All of those un-poemed words floating around

+Eurithe’s un-moaned moans   Ditto Al’s jism on the wall

Now they will never accept my application  though Al would

applaud the word jism  He was not one to shy away from the

vernacular  “This poetry is the voice of the Canadian vernacular” 

If you say so Margaret Atwood   But who you calling  King of the

Vernacular  Peg?   Queen of Dystopia  High+Mighty

Al Purdy+Charles Bukowski enjoyed a correspondence filled with

vomitous pith   Sometimes one must kneel astride the porcelain

in order to kiss the sky

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And you  you bitch  no irritating questions re love and permanence

Only an unrolling lifetime here between your rocking thighs

 (Al Purdy  Song of The Impermanent Husband)

I don’t know of any good living poets. But there’s this tough son of a bitch

up in Canada that walks the line.  (Bukowski on Purdy)

Fall 2015

PEARLS

CASTING PEARLS BEFORE

focus  focus  buddy  focus  he is 3

she videos his every move  he will

never not perform for the camera

always be self important  tiny narcissist

in training  surly when applause is drowned

out by authenticity  never quite there  blank

stare of the underthetabletexters   you think

you have fooled me?  i have been saying the

same word over+over again for 46 seconds

& it rhymes with bloodsucker in a not wholly

tangential way

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Fall 2015

CRAZY

WHO’S GOT ERE A RIGHT TO SAY WHEN A MAN IS CRAZY & WHEN HE AINT

fall deshabille  all around me   today in golden shoes

+halo  bordello dorothy   black fishnets  seams askew

man in slippers slinks behind me  slack jawed  very

As I Lay Dying   if i had a son i’d name him Vardamon

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My Mother is a fish. 

Vardamon Bundren 8 yrs.

 As I Lay Dying  William Faulkner  1930

Fall 2015

ALICE

GO ASK ALICE WHAT THE DOOR-MOUSE SAID

Something over there  Looks like you will reach it

So close  There!  You keep walking toward it   Is it

moving?  Or are you standing still?  The Immanent

Life   The one you would reach if you could  is just over

there  beyond the Immanent Grove

Just decide what you want to be  once+for all!

Maybe better to know what you don’t want to be (laggard

luggard  haggard  maggoty)  than to know what you do?

For magic resides in the true naming of a thing

Pretend one thing is another  +illusion fools the senses   while

delusion steals your name   Wouldn’t you rather be your Immanent

Self  than the self tarted up in the glass?  Mirror Mirror on the wall

Ego delusions of a Hag    The mirror always lies

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NEUTRINOS

NEUTRINOS PASS THROUGH YOU LIKE BULLETS

Ephemeral ghost particles matter   Heads in the stars

Voices from afar  call our names   Nobel prize gives

millions to many  to prove an unproveable idea  Hate to

acid rain on the science party  but while neutrinos matter

so too do:

rivers+lakes

guns

mental health

climate change

world poverty

seething refugee camps

war+terrorism

Yes  the nature of existence matters  +we already have so many

nice Creation myths to choose from  How about a Nobel for student

Serena Moore  44  in a wheelchair   Killed by the Oregon shooter

Her service dog survived   Nobel Prize  Science  2015:  Awarded for

experiments exploring flavour mixing +other peculiar properties of

neutrinos. There may even be a fourth flavour out there.

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The Neutrino Observatory  Sudbury Ontario

Fall 2015

VOTING

STRATEGIC VOTING IS FOR SISSIES

The gold wolf is in his glory  at  Trinity Bellwoods Park

Are you?  Are your glory days ahead?  behind?  squandered?

Are you jaded +jaundiced?   Are you ponderously plodding

toward a salty Nirvana?   If I tell you that there are a pair of

Chanel brogues  black+gold  at the end of the tunnel  will you

believe me?  That there is a chopper coming at the end of your

worst day  whisk you away!   And also that there is a God  so be

good   You wouldn’t believe me  would you?  Most of my readers

are atheists  a poll on wordpress has confirmed this   also that

someone has visited  SUCK  (Oct. 6)  326 times  since yesterday

+ it’s probably Justin Trudeau

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Fall 2015  * i will be wearing these to the polling station on friday