songanddancegirl

THE BIG PINK🌸🌸🌸

..all your sorrows have been wasted on you

if you have not learned how to be wretched..

Seneca

who among you is not tired of wretched? what would

i be without my grief  my cancer non-interruptus speak

my failures  marriages  quagmires of human stain  stink

my pink?  we don’t wear pink!  my old mother was want

to shriek

so it was blues all the way  gloaming hues of periwinkle

lilac-mauve  cobalt  almost descending back into cancer

cobalt-60 gamma-rays  turn hulk-like tumours  into dustmite

NO!  WAIT  YOU HAVE  ALMOST  ESCAPED

there are a mere 3 weeks when pink is  BIG + fragrant  later a

rotting pinkstink in local park  but for now  lush heavy blossoms

of every demeanour cling  in fragile moments  leading up to corruptus

so why not revel in what you still have time to be?

a washboard player  like Chaz

oldest point guard in the wnba

alien abductee (can u be the same thing twice?)

raving extrovert (a fate worse than death)

uh oh here comes the Reap  +a bird has just shat on me

but seriously  the end of spring pink  heralds the autumn winds

in between  why not make something new of wretched?  old sinew

black lung  spirit sprung  from 56 cm of yellow snow   go ahead

GLOW  GLISTEN    RESIST   

i may never go back to being death’s barker

fuckthereap!

..all who are 

faithful

follow me..  

(Mordecai 475 BCE  The Book Of Esther Ape  2026 AD)

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Spring 2026 ..this is a happy poem..can you dig it?..

haint magnet

red tee   gnarly +ogle   ogre with red wine bottle  watches me

mouth dripping +unrequite  as i write  i use Frank Stanford’s

The Light The Dead Can See  to prop up a sore butt-cheek   burst

bursa bleeds   nothing hurt  in New Orleans  walked miles  saw 11

bands   sucked the craw-head jelly    spit+repeat

now i have a haint  so heavy  heavier than my big brother  who is 80

today  +dead   since 2018   bladder bled for months  the toilet filled

with blood ape  but i pretended not to see  metastatic denial morphosis

trouble knew where to find him    always did

so this haint i brung home with me  lived at the Camellia Grill  he

served up fries  a coffee shake +the ecstasy of living the dream  for

$1,000.00 a day  USD   i caught him mid-fantasy  looking at me  like

i was the risen shining

our eyes met  +now he weighs heavily on my chest   lung eviscerate

+sexual innuendo  my bed creaks rhythmically  hump hump  bump 💥

did i mention  he is heavy?   but not my bro   he ain’t heavy    now

light-years away

suffering beggars  decency  dignity  you grow emaciate  you would

do anything   love a leper  beat a dog  drive to Miami +ice the cancer

doctor who committed  motherfuckery  on your bro’s 72 yr. old bladder

okay enough self-flagellate!  fer chrissakes  re-wind  this tape

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Spring 2026  ..i tried to bring you home to your mama..in a giant green suitcase..

O the Mississippi Delta shinin like the National Geetar🎸🎸

turbulence at 30,000 ft. above the formerly free U.S. of A.

the prez of the free world says he’s Jesus  oh wait  no!  a

gynecologist  i’m no rapist  or pedarast  he spits at Nora

on 60 minutes  Nora doesn’t flinch  perhaps he doth protest

too much?

about to land in New Orleans  13 yrs since i wandered the

Vieux Carré  since then apocalyptic leanings  tarot card

psychopomp prophesied the upsidedown Tower  i have

never  touched the cards since

life as i knew it blown to smithereens  fuck those handpainted cards!

from a friend who asked me to leave husband #3  for her fuckeye déshabillé

56 now 69  new life  new body  newly orphaned  de-brothered  cancer non

interruptus  pandemic refugee  (everybody’s got to fight to be free)   still

don’t inhale deeply in a crowd

on the way to the airport the limo driver’s breath stank of old chickpeas

wet dog garlic+denture  fuck me  i venture outta my comfort zone  my bed

my husband’s aura  scent of buffalo  he will never put down his canoe  come

plague  come the end of days  come chordoma redux  fearless maniacal viking

more at home on the range  great plains  27 staples to the upper leg  why?

why not?  they even messed with his eustachian tube  now when i speak

he hears birdsong +ancient oracle  beelzebub growls +farts  we’re coming

for you  we’re coming for you   back away  from the ranger  there’s no gun

to my head  motherfuckers   he says

but there is one to mine

oh  and a hellhound too

or is there?

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Spring 2026 ..but i reckon i got to light out for the territory ahead of the rest, because

Aunt Sally  she’s going to adopt me and sivilize me, and i can’t stand it…i been there

before..   (Huck Finn & Ranger Cam.. indomitable vagabonds..)

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

serial 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 Emma  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  Emma

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 ✚☠️✚