songanddancegirl

shiva

shiva with a small s

people hug u  +they reek of cheap

cologne   then u wrest yourself from

death elixir +howl your grief at the moon

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Fall 2018 ..RIP beautiful bro…..Marty – 1946-2018

RANDI

RANDI CALIFORNIA   PANCAKES   BOOBIES

hoarfrost on dirty flowers  splattered mud   sinkfoot

not stinkfoot of zappa   no   torrential waters break

on newly sealed roof+citystreets   roofers not un-

handsome  come   +gone

younger brother turns 60  still looks 48.5   your own

sprackled hands give u away   as your grail grows weary

yesterday evaded girlhood interloper  from camp  night-

marish place of frenetic activity  for those being taught to

NEVER  spend a moment alone

u ringleader  c-teaser  line the campers up on beds   as

garbagemen pass: ok  shirts over heads!   tween breasts

now free+easy   randi  of playboybunny d’s  pert in morning

breeze   garbagemen sneak into cabin  +keep jewish virgins

warm at night

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*randi became a firstwave feminist multiorgasmic with

cityworkers+high heeled boys 

**I want pancakes  boobies!   

lament of homer simpson

Fall 2018  ..happybirthdayharmski..

HEAD

OFF WITH HER HEAD

2 superplump squirrels stalk me   Now sequestered with brown

spiders at edge of park   Bitchy boy  snarlmouth  kicks soccer

ball at tiny sister with dots  If that ball comes 1 inch closer  I will

toss squirrel carcass at mother  un-supervising you    She of

snarlmouth too

Freddie Oversteegen  petite girl assassin  +saboteur   Fought Nazis

from her bicycle  said: I’ve shot them +seen them fall   And what’s

inside such a moment?  You want to help them get up    She perhaps

singular in this love for humanity  Not a sentiment one sees shared widely

Today much hatred afoot  Powerful men with tiny puckered mouths   One

a judge  one the Prez   And a base of deplorables who mock rape victims

teeth gnashing  Tear a jewgirl from limb to limb   With clockwork orange eyes

plied wide open  we watch Donald despot +his mail order bride  eat democracy

for breakfast   While the last of the civilized wonder who will make animal sounds

when democracy dies?

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..Across the sea fat kings watched and were gleeful, that something

begun so well had now gone off the rails. The rabble cannot manage itself..

(Lincoln In The Bardo  George Saunders  2017)

Fall  2018

ALONE

THE BIG ALONE

I heard the loon call  at 3 a.m.  the laughing one

Bedlam  Bellevue  Witchcackle   So much better

than gruntsqueals from next cabin

Shoveling drive  1965   Giant flakes  blacksky

Snowsmell  coldsmell   Leaning on shovel  Silencio

The bigalone    Fearless   at 5

Father on a bed of ice  swollenface  tubestoo   Fear

creepsin throughveins   He is stitched from ankle to

solarplexis     Will he make it?

Twins  boy+girl   blondecurls   Cannot place this memory

The last time father visited from his grave at Beth Tzedec

Gardens  I called the fire department   Later I read that the

dead often announce themselves with the smell of burning

toast

Too late  for my date  with Daddy   He who loved birds of all kinds

When I told him that I had seen a colourful bird on the driveway

yellow  turquoise  +red   he threw back his head    If you knew him

you’d know the laugh   He said: That was a budgie  The one who got

away    Remember  there’s always free food in a cage    

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Fall 2018  .. still waiting on the smell of burnt toast..

WROTE

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE

Bubba the bug-eyed christ child hands me shells

of turtle eggs +dead flowers  Also wafers  Tiny turtles

return to a place where the survival instinct of all living

creatures is born   Oceanic soup of pre-verbal knowing

I am alive  therefore I am   A tentacle  gilamonster +slick

curls around Bubba’s leg   We are at the ocean’s edge  deep

into Margheritas

You cannot tell people that every tool they need to survive

is buried deep inside  or they won’t pay doctors trillions of bucks

for the next cure   Listen up   It’s okay to die   It is a concept older

than we are  Stars die every millisecond   When did we become so

afraid?

When did we need snake oil  + opiates of masses to anesthetize

When did we forget that beyond that mountain pass are azure skies

Where the dead lead peaceful lives  playing Canasta  and shaking their

heads    Life will kill you  then you’re dead

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Fall 2018