songanddancegirl

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

springfever eh

imbolc

pagan festival

of

stirring seeds

 

coincides with

mardi gras  roughly

 

everything alive  still

just entombed  in ice    or ash?

bro’s ashes resting in    a tropical closet paradise

 

waiting to bloom  up

out of the dampfecund

only to die  again

 

like the god who dies

and is ever reborn

 

don’t leave me here

with these people!

 

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What would you say to God? 

I’d say: wait a minute  what did you have me

in that crapgame down there for anyway?

couldn’t put any part of it together.

( Suttree   Cormac McCarthy  1979)

 

 

Winter 2019   .. to wiser gods ..+ my brother’s resurrection..

 

 

 

 

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