SPIDERS
I DON’T MIND SPIDERS AND SNAKES
The raggedy one who looked like my brother’s
girlfriend of 30 yrs. ago sassy-feminist-college-girl
Each sentence included the words patriarchy +misogyny
Pretty wealthy +15 yrs. younger than we These diatribes
induced vomiting +steely monosyllabic un-pleasantries
I digress
Ratty hair +neo-hippie valley speak Salesgirl at Bellwoods Weed
Dispensary said: don’t worry (granny) if you get too high suck
on a lemon Well suck on this: Poet so high on megadoses of THC
full blown psychotic haze for 8 days Spiders snakes +lizards at the
periphery Entire life flashed before me glossing over the fun parts
Were there any?
Front door +windows a thin veneer Ditto Ego Little protection from
marauding haikus of suffering Danced through said life with theatrical
alchemy Stops in: Big Sur Zurich Keswick Big Easy Please excuse me
while I kiss the water of the great Mississippi +light out for territories beyond
the Pale Like Russian Bubbie You can take the witch doctor out of the shetl
but you can’t take the shetl out Ever
Allan Ginsberg’s rant on LSD won a Pullitzer So I Howl at the mediocre muse
who inhabited me that eve +know with even greater certainty : within this crucible
every single shred of order you see was carved out of a terror so vast it prevents
seeing what is in front of your nose You are no more real than the heliotrope of
the Sufis So slow the fuck down
Smell the past evaporating The future a mirage of desperation (You can’t handle
the truth!) Jack Nicholson A Few Good Men The trash heap of the present
moment is the pinnacle of glory Transmuted into gold by mediocre muses +pot
called: Transcendence is For Pussies
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Spring 2016
songanddancegirl 