songanddancegirl

tripping the light (is not) fantastic

walking home from a fashionshow  my fave designer’s retiring

women hoarding taffeta dirndls  like they are the 2nd coming

what rough beast on slow thighs stalks me?   (thx W.B.)

in my local park  on this dark moonless night  gibbous waned

to a sliver  then died  (much like my yout)  a small man in black

pops out of the trees  he is menacing  +sidewinder

he glares at me  says he is hungry  just then trumpets blare!  lights

flash  +a giant black spider-y web  attacks my left eye  the guy in

black  tackles me  +begins to rub his tutu on my varicoseveins

as he runs away i hear him say: this bitch can sing!   i’d been crooning

Ziggy Stardust  as the Great Vitreous Detachment of 2025 began  the spider

in my eye  is not my friend   the Mayo says it will cling to me for a year

(the needy bastard)

there is a fragility to this stage of life  a drying out of everything  once

held sacred   lubricants are your friend   walk tall +carry a big dildo stick

(hey where’s your sense of humour?)  oh and do hold your head up  fer chrissakes

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you’re  still

the greatest

little filly

of them all

(Lee Atkins  August 16  1967)

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..but now all is different..a sudden moment of darkness at noon..

the ego is a  has been.. (Mid Life  Murray Stein  1983)

Now we Dance!  (Sprockets  Saturday Night Live) 

Fall 2025  ..the snow she’s a coming..

comme des fille

i sit in a Comrags onesie  black  with perfect seaming   a la Miuccia Prada

it gives pointy boobs to anyone over 13   later on Dundas St.  named for

Henry  the slave trader   i enter the temple of citygirl cool

doors closing  forever  at 8pm tonight   there is a store in west Toronto

all my changes were there   colourful windows behind the stars   yellow

citymoon  on the rise

fabrics more voluminous now  as oldbroads age  (hey i’m from the 50’s)

3/4 sleeves  dropwaists  husband’s falling like flies  now begins the time

of existing without our slain heroes   all our friends are dead   said Pete

   (now quite arthritic…go know!)

42 years of froufrou  these daze  denizens deshabille  +flirty  as we enter a

time of liminality  the Reap winks  we herd in for the grande finale  don’t be

bitter  old holyfool   just lie back  +be proud you wore Canadian  eh

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Fall 2025  ..(not so) poetic vitreous detachment on the walk home..

oh bartleby oh humanity

i kissed sonny liston on his black neck

Sonny Liston used to run along the levees  steam rising off

his wide wide back  he reminded me of old father  a wide

backed football hero  steam often rising from his talltales

now both of their tombstones say: A MAN   Sonny+Lee

pedigree of a certain kind  of suffering   +a certain kind

of rising     up outta the swamp     chompchomp

hey  living up here with the dead

ain’t so bad  after all

says Mr. Liston

now is it Lee?

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.. i could smell Sonny Liston.. he was so mean looking

honey dripping down his chin like tears.. so i kissed

Sonny Liston on his black neck ..

(Frank Stanford  The Light The Dead See  1977)

Fall 2025  ..gator’s got yer granny daddy..🐊🐊

you’ve gotta serve somebody

we all served her  her wounds magical  +beacon

help me   save me

me

me

me

i wear her handcuffs   as jewellery  i wear her face too

more+more these days  aging face  morphing into hers

most powerful 1st friend   glamour to spare

siren

queen

of our hearts

queen

of despair

but

no one else then or since  has ever had  that special kind

of light  +never will   that’s why they call ’em originals

singularsensation

lovedmelikearock

walked her to the tomb’s door   you can do it!   i told her

you’re ready for your closeup dear   as her new hawk friends

escorts extraordinaire  gathered her up  (a large-ish hawk can carry 20x it’s weight)

now they send regular missives+signs   3 yrs gone by   i hear the deadfolks

are lining up to chauffeur you  in heaven  you aren’t missing much down here

just me  squandering my freedom     or am i?

you heard it here

freedom is as hard

a burden

as servitude

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Fall 2025  ..for all who think you serve no one..🦅🦅