songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

REASON

EVERYBODY DIES  WHETHER OR NOT YOU EAT

6 ALMONDS A DAY  SMOKE 2 PACKS A DAY   OR

BELIEVE IN GOD   AND EVERYTHING DOES NOT

HAPPEN FOR A REASON

Take the Cochrans   A Utah couple walking on the London

bridge last week   Last day of 25th anniversary trip   Melissa

now a widow  is  getting stronger  according to brother

Clint Payne   Broken leg  +rib  cuts to head   When I recounted

this to my husband of 25 yrs. he said:  Well what are the chances

of that happening?  i.e., the world is pretty safe    My point: No

it ain’t

 

We did not meet terrorists on our 25th    Just a snotty hostess:

We never take reservations  (except they did)   +2 Scottish toughs

cursing in a booming burr  at the bar  where we ended up snivelling

into comped champagne   Hotel owner: Come back later! Renew your

vows!   Fuck Off  George Freedman   Bollocks to you +yours

 

Yesterday on a freakishly warm Aprill Fool’s day   a still little girl  with

electric blue eyes  +dark circles  took my hand  +began  to stroke the fur

of my vest   I had never seen her before  I suggested to my paramour that

this was strange   Not really   he noted    Contrary + Scottish  to the core

 

But I maintain  when unknown children follow you in the park   They see

what you see   Smell that smell  of sewage+spring  +old dog shit exposed in

melting snow   They know  that you have crossed over the great divide   Ready

to face Hill 70 at Vimy   Let go of all expectations of immortality  of being granted

immunity  mostly from telling those you never did   to kiss your skinny white ass

Your face no longer covering your disguise

 

Today again  the ever so faintest scent of sewage   Wait  it cannot be dog excrement

in yellow snow  No  It is you  learning what it means to help make God conscious of

what he did to Job  that wretched stand-in for EVERYMAN   And as your flesh ripens

in the Putrefacto  innocence is transformed into throwing babies onto bayonets

Warsaw ghetto 1942   And the certain knowledge that you  are finally brave enough to

stop caring who rattles your cage

__

(Is that spittle running down the chin of the chortling man you just passed?)

 

He can kiss my ass.

 

 

SPRING  2017

 

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