there’s no place like home
the sky is growing dorothy as 2 girls with a 3 legged dog (seriously)
cackle in the galeforce breeze one lamenting they just raised
her dose of medication
i wonder if she is from the asylum next door they changed
the street number from 999 to 666 years ago to appease
our dark lord
beats the bughouse looneybin ship of fools from days of yore
this is not a PC poem cackles getting louder as girl peels off
her jeans
legs akimbo
she takes a jaded
crucifix from her purse
u know what happens now linda blair blares let jesus fuck me
(hey i didn’t write the script)
but our heroine more demur lilts quietly as i jig today a woman
told me her mother is on life support +asked if her down’s syndrome
sister should be taken to the bedside
horrified i instantly regretted admitting i am a therapist now raped
by her trauma i bolt the door longing for just a smudge of sanity
ashwednesday emblazoned on my stress crushed physiognomy
i’d go home if home wasn’t renovated to smithereens by the petit
bourgeoisie FREE the ghosts of 52 Purdon please chained in
servitude to our happyshiny dreams
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..the way ahead may be found in suffering. There is no cure,
for life is not a disease, nor death a punishment..
(James Hollis Jungian Analyst: The Middle Passage 1993)
Fall 2022 ..let my people go..
songanddancegirl 