the motherload
but you know everything!
this from my 98 yr old mother
she robotically entrapped +CNN’d
some obscure tidbit re Russian oligarchs
stumps poet who is dissociate +autopilot
later she says: i wish you were my doctor
hers a somnambulant shrink who thinks
asking: how’s your sleep? is a goddamn
cure for death by waiting
it is NOT
i am your doctor mummydearest have been
since about 3 when on sturdy rubberbooted
legs i walked into your tempests +plucked you
with one eagleclaw out of harm’s way but i
cannot do it everyday now can i? poet seriously
dragging old assss with hawks circling her joie de vivre
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..without magic, illness, knives, arrows, wars and death, life
would be just a matter of eating, drinking, sleeping and defecating;
life would be no good without death.. (Kasai of East Africa)
Fall 2022 ..smell that smell..
songanddancegirl 