songanddancegirl

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

read my lips

people often stop and say: your lipstik matches your

glasses today    a sub-standard banalité  my reply  in

a sub-growl: yes it does shlub !

 

i mean  would you say that to someone?  hopefully you

are a person of  imagination sublime   and you would

likely say:

 

your lips are a trip

that shade of penispink

is a mix of  science  beauty 

and  mystery   may i run

my thumb  over them?

 

YES  you can   i’m sure by this juncture  my fans

have noticed  this is my first post-apocalyptic  ie.,

radiation subjugation in a dank summer basement poem

 

 

YES  radiation is done  burnsfading  lifeforce forcing  its way

back   running free at Golf Town  while i sit in my local park

looking at newborn twins   quite hungrily

 

thinking of a Trini friend  who died yesterday  at 60  on his 2nd

honeymoon  his laugh a reggae-lilt   we often sparred dramatically

but patched things up   over mother’s deathbed

 

where i wrestled a shortguy named Mordecai  to the ground

as he tried to hoist mother   befriend me at your own risk

but please do!

 

radiation burned thru my bitterness   now a pristine-dream

of a  motherless child   waiting by the Rivers of Babylon

mum?  mum?   muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum?   is that you?

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Summer 2024  ..OVER.. not a burnt offering anymo..

And God said to Abe: take your only son Isaac whom you love

+offer him as a burnt offering on a mountaintop..

Here a pyre    there a Varian machine

GO CAM!

 

 

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