tales o’ the crypt
i’ve heard tell the crypt is a private+stonecoldsilent place
earthy-embrace with mouldering but I’ve never imagined
my peeps alone ever
they are buried side by each with trinkets placed in coffins
one wears a brother’s scarf it was cold on the feld that day
a wicked storm kicked up emblem of our old mother’s rage (i’m what?!)
Freida who loved life more than life itself regularly ate 6 ice cream
bars in the wee wee hours of sleepless nights whilst serenaded by
unknown men a maven a heroine though a useless shrink said:
they will interfere with your lithium (mother was NEVER on LITHIUM!)
said psychiatrist also spat on my need to pre-grieve mother dead
within weeks at 98 dont kill her off yet said she i marvel at such
colossal stupidity!
you don’t take a good picture mother told her
i’m not paid for my looks clearly! and not for
much else either
our crypt is a busy place unfetid unwormed you see our parents+a bro
are NOT there just some dancing bones +ash along with the hearts of
our child-selves who mourn most pitifully with wailing
post-bardo now cutting the rug at our starry ole homestead where
the rest of us will oneday land father has Muddy Waters at the ready
Ella+the Duke too +dog Satchmo whose GIANT tail thumps out West End Blues
every great i have ever read has pointed me in the direction of NO DEATH
merely transmutation why it’s bloody uroboric!
no mud no lotus
no death no rebirth
your spark inextinguishable *(see the 1st law of thermodynamics)
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FALL 2024 ..there’s no place like home..
songanddancegirl 