TINY
WE DON’T WANT YOUR TINY HANDS
ANYWHERE NEAR OUR UNDERPANTS
Sitting in a cool cafe I have the urge to strip +Go Go dance in the
bay window It couldn’t be as bad as Ga Ga’s gagworthy uncall to
revolution at the 51st Super Bowl last night With all the pussy
shaking no doubt the Donald will make a bee line for her underpants
This morning my 93 yr. old mum tweeted: I wouldn’t give five cents to
see Ga Ga! Me either In fact my concert going days may be over
At the Drive By Trucker’s show on Saturday I went out cold Heat
prostration +hard hip bods profusely pressing against me Ditto at
Trombone Shorty Jazzfest T.O. 2013 200 degrees under that fucking
tin tent someone brilliant invented Airless soulless hellhole where groove
starved Canadians huddle each Summer
Had my 1st porta-potty experience there Mrs. Phyllis Schneider accompanied
me to pee +sold tickets to the lined up crowd 10 deep She’s never been in a
porta-potty! she screamed A rancid smell hit me like a ton of bricks + I was
knocked to the floor when someone eagerly bounced onto the commode next
door
As I emerged green behind the gills the crowd lifted me onto their shoulders
Jazzfest prima donna Comrags dress sticky-sweet After the show I headed
for Shorty who I know from a Treme bar Troy is shy with lush t. bone lips
To see him reef is to enter an altered state imagining all the possibilities
Today as we commiserated about concert blackouts +toileting experiences therein
a wise friend said to me: Freedom may be an illusion which I am loathe to believe
though the certainty is slowly dawning on me Now I am dancing buck (!) in the
window at the Cygnet Cafe +small Portuguese people are gathering as the priest
from St. Helena’s across the street has entered with unctions + a Chicago 58 salami
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(You’re all alone and filled with fear, and the billionaire says
what you need to hear. He’s never worked a day in his life,
but he’s on your side. Moby 2016)
Winter 2017 for Spooner
never stop going to concerts
+never lose your sense of humour..
songanddancegirl 