songanddancegirl

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

smell that smell

my bestfriend at 14  was named  Joni   +she positively

stank of sex   my big bro gave her sidelong glances  +sniffed

in our spare time we listened to the other Joni  +smoked pot

 

suburban TO  circa 1972    i’m sure she went all the way!

 

my younger freakish bros  employed as narcs by the CIA  counter

espionage by day +skulking in alleyways   told my father   who

banned Joni 💔      they’re still pretty uncool

 

Joni’s beautiful mother  Shirley  died this year  a round  hippie chic

married to a butcher  named Lou   my jazzcat father cast aspersions

on their faux bouvier too    (bouvier my assss) 

 

i still love the 2 Jonis   one  in a wheelchair   the other  unmothered

i hope the scent of sex still wafts up   my friend Joni is 64  how much

more  will there be?

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FALL 2021  ..the pen is more powerful than the sword boyce..

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