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
songanddancegirl 