songanddancegirl

please use your tunnel voices or we will shoot your dog

the children are emerging  speaking in whispered tongues

a psychiatrist says: they look like shadows of children  many

now elective mutes

this is what happens when children are trophies  and there

is a trophy jewbaby  down there still  he seems to have gone

missing  in the midst of   the missing

perhaps they will release him  for 2000 young terrorists in training

many carrying  knives  rocks   the suicided young martyrs   now

bombing heaven     raised on hate   body parts cling  to the Wailing Wall

while back in Canada  6 yr old Dontay Lewis  dies of severe blunt force

head trauma +months of horrific abuse  at hands of mother +step-father

4 months after his return from foster care

NOT  in captivity  Not  in a terrorist tunnel  but in plain sight  in his home

in B.C.  who among you believes  the urge to abuse +murder children in

adult humans of all persuasions  clergy included   needs more investigation?

at base  are we mad?

going mad?

always been mad?

is it a power thing?

a might is right thing?

or is it just the plain depravity  of the hate gene?

TBD

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Winter 20203

crossfire hurricane

that’s what grief feels like  also it feels like death

over+over+over    until you couldn’t die if you tried

don’t you have to be alive  to die?

but then imperceptibly +creeping   life returns  or

is this  pretend alive?  like when you played dead

so nazis  couldn’t find you  +run you through

bayonets loved jews  especially babyjews  this is true

but i’ll stop here  and tell you about my efforts to

resurrect      (+please do feign excitement)

i took pictures in these pandemic years  which were also

the last years of my mother’s life  unbeknownst  but not

to her   she always knew she’d never make it out

so the pictures of  her shoes  +mine  +yours  reverberate

with captivity  +moans   but no one wants to show the shoes

because  no one wants to remember

let’s all pretend

it never  happened

except i remain the cursed Cassandra   for 3 fucking yrs.

i grew quiet  through covid-drudgery  i trudged  in misery

masked lone ranger

7 vaccines later  you hardly remember the encavement

how quiet you were in company   what an effort it was

to care  about  any thing   so you cared about  no thing

except how quickly you could return  to your lair  out of

the cave now   sometimes you want back in   2 wars

have now erupted

children of freshly dead parents  are brought out of tunnels

to greet the bright new day   soldiers are given orders: don’t

touch the children   and do call them sweetheart 

as you break

the orphan-news

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Winter  2023   ..here’s lookin at u sweetheart..

your boot leather never lies

trudge  run  limp  skip  slip   step in purebred hipster dogshit

or take off eh!  à la Air Jordans  in another age (?)  see piles of shoes

left behind   Europe  1940’s   occupants occupied

en masse   in mass graves

you can come get your shoes

after a quick shower

shoes take us into the world  footwear of  war  peace  balls  barrios

symbols of power+pain  think of footbinding  in China  women hobbled

also stiletto-ed   in Gucci + Loubitins   for $3,000

currently i shop around a show of shoes   photos from these covidtimes  cut off

at the knees  foot soldiers of mean streets  when allowed out   in their confinement

shoes sit in hallways  shiny  obsolete   former occupants  slow panic  hidden mayhem

all dressed up + no wear to go

these boots were made for

social distancing  you  alone

feet bound by  concerned governments  don’t die worker bees!  you cannot flee

old mum+me ordered not to touch  skin transmits disease  a sin against dignity

we hid from the shouters:  they just touched!  

and touched toes in small

private rebellions  of

masked misery

i also kept father’s blue on blue  deck shoes  my last father’s day gift  they clunk

around in the night  as he looks for  food  cigs  his big dog Mike   +some jazz

desperately wanting out   of closet-captivity

daddy’s shoes sit next to my Muglers

from wedding #3   they shout+cackle

re: a marriage  made in heaven💃🏻

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..what do you call what they do to those men in prison?  she asked..

solitary confinement   …fuck the government overlords..

Winter 2023     …who you calling free?..

freida in the sky with diamonds towering over our heads

how do you recover from fate?  the lifelong stigmata

bleeding into your destiny?  fuckfamilycurses  before

they  fuckyou

jettison the tyrant?  is that even possible? flip his tombstone

the bird?  repetition compulsion  cut off at the knees  please

shred your saviour complex   and what would you be?

empty  free  alone  with lots of time on your hands  beatsblood

today was her dyingday   15 hrs she lay  BIGBRASSBED  where

he died 35 yrs ago   a good bed as any to die in  with her my fate

evaporates

groomed for a higher prostitution  BANG went her life  at the end

of mine  there she’ll be  waiting for me  in black taffeta  red chignon

and plotnik diamond eyes

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..if you want the plotnik diamond you have to take plotnik  ape..

Fall 2023   ..fuckplotnik..RIP Mummybird 🦅

Cemetery Queen of Our Hearts ♥️ buried..

now free..

when the god particle went missing

it’s Halloween  and i walk between crusty dogshit

gremlins  +a giant Pikachu   who?

childclient: therapist why doesn’t Pikachu have privates?

therapist: he doesn’t? well use your imagination! You know

like with Barbie+Ken

childclient: my father had privates +hurt me with them

it’s Halloween  +as I sit in a hipsterjoint  haunted by hipster

ghosts  ie., Schopenhauer Rimbaud  Søren+Sartre   I keep seeing

creatures in my peripheral  small+goblin  swearing under rankbreath

fuck u humans  for the most part u have  no imagination  no numinous

no more burningbushes  unless we count forestfires  even burningman

washed out by floods this year   biblical plagues  without the afterrainbow

Noah kidnapped   Gods genocided  along with  Jews  Tutsis  Armenians

+Indigenous peoples   everywhere    the 2 Johns with bullets in heads  etc..

childclient: my father didn’t have  “problems”  he knew what he was doing

therapist: you’re right  he didn’t have problems  he hurt you   because he

wanted to     selfishbastard     pig       or was he raped at 7?

way up on the mountaintop  a dying God said to Abe  to priests  to nuns  et al.

hey you killed me enough sons !   you got some sick motherfuckers down there

y’all better run

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Fall 2023