songanddancegirl

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

FRAYED

OR HAVE YOU BEEN HOLDING THE END OF A

FRAYED ROPE FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

Some go to their neighbour  seeking themselves

Others to lose themselves   paraphrasing Nietzsche

 

muggy  first autumn leaf  on dying maple tree  outside

yellow stucco townhouse   how is gord downie?  our nation

turns  it’s lonely eyes to you   usually come upon the  final

leaf  brisk november day   then it’s gone  small tree freezes

under canopy of 14 stars   soon

 

stars! there are no stars anymore!  old mother spits  where

did you see them?  where?   clear city nights  september to march

pleiades blinks  overhead   are you going to spend your time

pretending you are not dead?   a voice in a dream said   40 winks

mid-poem  i think    epiphanic drool  a dead giveaway

 

i have never sought to find myself in society  nor lose myself there

Nietzscheans cannot slot me   the truly godless gaze slack jawed at the

ones who say:  man makes plans  god laughs   laugh back  long+hearty   

god’s wrath is just another name for anxiety  frozen millennials

 

unplug   tune in   look up   way up   those aren’t stars

they’re  flashlights

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End Summer  2017

 

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