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..
songanddancegirl 