ape’s + camus’..aperçus
mother’s day at the cemetery peaceful carnage my dead mum
+dad sleep side by each the curled fingers of rigor now clasped
cabbage moth alights on a brother he spitting image of father
cheekbone chisel
good muscles
man of few words (to put it mildly)
a tad wry
can you bend your knees? he asks me as though i’m approaching
90 yes i can! but one knee quite lamebuckle today +btw who you
calling old lady old man !
but enough of this:
ageism
hagism
bagism
poet leaves the cemetery cruised by a giant red hawk the shade of
dead ma’s hair Freda winks come back soon apes i’m decorating
a whitecake there will be party sandwiches +cokes with pink-striped
straws in each
in my books Sisyphus is happy
a veritable hero-ine for chrissakes
mother pushed her rock up the hill with style gumption +grace
sammies now wrapped in white shrouds into fridge oh the mayonnaise
every year come April the same ritual i don’t wish her back in the fray
but i wouldn’t say no to 1 more day i know exactly what she would say
next time i tell you i’m gonna die
+send a flash of lightening into
your living room beside the Frida Kahlo book
listen up dumbkopf!
(Freda Marlieb Atkins 1924-2022)
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…her fate belongs to her…her rock is her thing …the rock is still rolling
she is stronger than her rock… there is no such thing as futile suffering
there is no sun without shadow and it is essential to know the night!
(Albert Camus 1955 pronoun re-imagined by AAC )
Spring 2025 ..for Deedle..who has a fondness for the cabbage moth..🦋🐛🦋
..and for Lovie who is stronger than her rock..🦬
songanddancegirl 