i don’t know why i killed the room fly 🪰
with such violence for one so beatific so specific so crucifixion
of late then a spider crabsized crunched not splat southern gothic
seriall killer tale spinner sputterer wordsaladsurgery OK! enough
smartquip making me nauseous go on shove yer scat-tered rhyme
voodoobitch
i have seen 11 shows tasted Cyril Neville’s sweat all salty+sazerac
i have seen the desecrate homeless of dixieland even the trees in
New Orleans are bruised +gnarl twisted branches +rictus this
morning on my final day i laid hands on Miss Shirley the waitress
at Desire 300 Bourbon St. Vieux Carré
66 been there 40 yrs last night she danced the bamboula with her
months dead husband she told me how troubled her mind is Shirley
said: girl you gotta start livin again who knows maybe you die first!
with that the cross fell away i threw down my crutches been servicin me
since 3 don’t touch my mother or i’ll kill you big bro screamed
hey these are your crutches not mine
your cancer not mine your raging bull
not mine your life not mine
as i am your ball+chain
so you are were mine
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Spring 2026 ..laid some burdens down..in Dixie..April-May 2026 ✚☠️✚
songanddancegirl 