shake rattle und roll
i just can’t seem to shake it no matter how
hard i try maybe i should stop trying?
let it all
sink in and down and out
roll with it
fer chrissakes
memory-lobotomy anyone?
the tall smokestack reminiscent of ?
why does an urban hospital
have a smokestack anyway?
what are
they
burning?
souls of the operated
and
the sainted ones
who
didn’t make it
those jagged telltale scars
on heads ✖️☠️✖️
i tried to look away
hey
i just can’t seem to shake it
3 am stretcher races
the ballet
to get you onboard
so many lines
attached to you who
has been
fished out of your life
now a manfish
on a line
my mother is a fish
says Vardaman Bundren
as his mama lay dying
(William Faulkner 1930)
a tall east-europe man
with slittyeyes
heave-hos
the sheets
and lifts you
off the stretcher
you rise
like
Jesus The Magician
we race to bowels
of the hospital
where resides
the MRI monster
there an ancient
grandmother
slackjaw +police
is naked
sometimes
screaming
don’t look
don’t look
i tell you
i just can’t seem to shake it
..i don’t know why memory won’t go away
it hangs like a bloodsucking leech out of
the bottoms..
(Frank Stanford Battlefield 1978)
do i have the blues?
my life smells
like
the blues
reads
like
a broadway play
bleeds
like
a new tattoo
adulthood is not
for everyone
hoodwinked+hoodoo
hood of Reap
comin fer yous
STOP TIME!
(Frank Stanford)
13 minutes
pre-pulling the trigger)
puer extraordinaire
his ticker full of bullet holes
adulthood an imposition
childhood dies on a clock
longest moments
of my recent life
watching my
old mother
watch the clock
as she lay dying
the clock ticking
toward my departure
leaving her alone
to contemplate
the moment
I’d return
YOU’RE LATE!
fuck why can’t I seem to shake it?
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Summer 2026 ..for the risen..
songanddancegirl 