songanddancegirl

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

cam’s gams

recently husband #3  spent time in 2 CAT scan + 2 MRI machines

calm   and metastatic ?  they’re scanning his bodyelectric 💥 but they

cannot locate his mind

 

a frigid nurse told me   it is undetectable Aprill  but i already know that

you see  husband #3 lives mostly  on  the Magic Mountain  with Hansy Castorp

how appropriate for a man(n) whose bricks+mortar home  is Buddenbrooks

 

Cam loves Thomas Mann +has lived a Mannian life  simple +committed  without

clutching at the complexities  of reality  existing on his own plane   Calling Cam!

Calling Cam!     +in his absence i am   at the mall

 

i actually cried when i read the last page of  The Magic Mountain   ..and so, in the 

tumult, in the rain, in the dusk, he disappears from sight..Farewell Hans Castorp,

life’s faithful problem child..

 

And thru the recent horrors  of his bodycavity search  he remained  friendly+doglike

accepting the yoke of the Reap  with equanimity  the only person i know who doesn’t

need to meditate    he is the meditation

 

his mantra   fore!  pancakes  bakeries  trees    i currently cannot see the forest

lost in the bowels of Sinai  where an old brother  searches endlessly for my carcass

desiccate +glowing    but i am a hardcore troubadour    leave no trace ape

 

i sing the body scan

the godless tube..

+the metastatic drummer

can kiss my skinny white ass

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..has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?  i hasten to inform him or her

it is just as lucky to die..i am not contained between my hat and boots..

 

what do you think has become of the young and old men ..of the women

and children? ..they are alive and well  somewhere  the smallest sprout shows

there is really  NO DEATH..   Walt Whitman  Leaves of Grass  1855

 

Spring 2024  ..i’m sick of love..💔

 

 

 

 

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