SING
WHAT U GONNA DO WHEN THE BIRD WON’T SING?
There are no stars there just fallen worker bees Rising up
from bellies through contemplation work +abstinence
Inebriate starvation at the Salvation Army There but for the
grace go we While here on my street a jack hammer jacks
constantly And the foundations of my beliefs badly shaken
Not stirred Ditto my soul in the bosom of Abraham ! Pardon
the flights of baroque Or do not
Out here in the world everyday another man is destroyed by rudely
asking or not asking a teenage girl to fellate him See these televised
downfalls daily See the un-leader of the Ontario Conservative Party Boy
next door haircut shaking +flailing Boy next door no more Just another
man-pig And yes everyone is innocent until proven guilty Have they
never heard of masturbation? Too easy? No chase? No power to force
down anyone’s throat?
So will the #Metoo movement trickle down +help child survivors?
Some raped orally by age 3 Isn’t that about an abuse of power too? Or is
it just about madness? I seem to have more questions than answers Shall
we abolish certain members of the species? Or just subject them to the acts
they have enacted? Forgive me or do not Vengeance is no longer PC
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I am the end of a gorgeous line. But there’s no comfort being
who I am. Forget. Forget. The stars are out. The marble moon
slides by. (Mark Strand Blizzard of One Pulitzer Prize 1998)
Winter 2018 ..when the tip of the iceberg doesn’t begin to cover it..
songanddancegirl 