songanddancegirl

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

prodigality blues

 

what kind of a man is he?

what kind of a man is M.I.A.

on the night his son is about

to break thru?

 

do u know where he is?

the wife winges  i reach for

the dial phone  +dial

 

he is not alone  not far from

home  the wife will not touch

the stinkbaby

 

perfect+gesticulate

 

and when he is 2  she plays too

close to the water’s edge  a game

of rolling him

__

 

..he will eat my bread and he will observe my religion, the stranger said..

why should he not bear my name?.. (William Faulkner  Light in August 1932)

 

Fall  2020

Single Post Navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s