songanddancegirl

To The Manor Born 👑👑

i am a beauty-junkie who grew up in an ugly

subpar-suburb  where the only beauty for miles

was to be found:

in the ravine  verdigris + crevace

at Bonnie Freedman’s house

oh   +in my mother’s face

yet despite the Jag XK-E   +263 dolls from her parent’s

world travels  there was always sadness about Bonnie’s face

a Peanut’s slash  for a mouth  later thru a windshield  still a

fine-boned beauty  slash that much deeper

i proudly wore her go go boots  on a family pilgrimage  to

father’s office  at Woodbine Racetrack  this nouveaux riche

burb  a place of  social climbers  +backstabbers  of ungainly

women  in mou-mous +kitten heels

sending their daughters out into the world  catty+petty

bourgeoisie  while i toiled 5yrs in the library  U of T

ditto Bonnie  Sorbonne  (17th century furniture)

these days  Jewish geography is played by 70 yr olds

recounting my mis-deeds +high school haughty  while

i remember a few names  + rare acts of valour:

father’s jump

out of a moving car

to walk a blind man

across the street

this amidst the onslaught-er  of envy  that special sauce  of

ungainly daughters everywhere  especially the local b.j. queen

now a commercial lawyer married to an ex  who must still have

the shriven penis of the syphlitic damned

hey sister

antibiotics

are your friend!

Summer 2026  ..catty shmatty..the pen is more powerful than the sword..

The Übermother💥

her first sunrise at 93  and  final sunrise at 98   in the same bed

the latter  as she lay dead  amidst the great separatio of  body+spirit

the first a miracle  of shock+awe  Apes i thought it was a spaceship!

Übermother now flying high over  Old Montreal 

urban gutters

pervs of St.Urbain

backroom selling of prettygirls

i would have done anything to get out of there

she so beautiful  they would point on the bus  her mother

kept her in a wheelchair  though she could walk +dance +strut

crippled her up   but good

what could a poor girl be in 1943?

secretary

shopgirl

clerk

maid

model

dancehaller

starlet

prostitute

wife

mother

her crutches fell away  at 98

Queen of the Overworld

flying solo  +bodyjettison

my heavenly doppelgänger

but let us step back 50 yrs   as i lay in my de-flowered virgin’s bed

marriage upon me  the next day  in diaphanous ecru silk  from Milli’s

i have never been married in white  marriage #3  in aubergine  14 yrs later

avec  Thierry Mugler  glass slippers

1976  a young Übermother enters my room   i hate him  says she

(referring to father)   +turns on her heel    girl-weeping ensues

teen marriage lasts a mere 24 months  though we linger 4yrs longer

the carcass of Huck  bobbing in the creek nearby

where at 10  just 9 yrs prior  there resided  frogs   a seppukued gopher

ducks  boy criminals  the ghost of a long dead grandfather  along with

Claude  the runt of a poodle litter  buried in tinfoil  on a freezing morning

the marriage/mirage   not at all what i expected

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Summer 2026  ..who u calling a confessional poet?

..these poems are not about me..

they are about you..

the girls of trinity bellwoods park & their summer boobs

fuck dese girls in my park  who stroll over  within inches

of me  they stretch like pretzels illogic  legs akimbobimbo

elastic+pliable  a decade or 3 from  piriformis rot

(weaver’s butt eh  it’s a syndrome fer chrissakes)

don’t be such a bitter-little-pill  poet  you can still touch

your toes  ass riding high in April  shot down in May  but

seriously  there are numerous stances  you can no longer take

you can no longer  fake it til you make it   you’ve made it  and

it tastes like: the road  freedom  decay  brownspotted +decimate

no it does not!  

it tastes like warm milk

lapped off of your mother

in 9 months you will receive your  CPP BIGBUCKS  the ones

husband #3 forced you to wait for  until 70   so he could cavort

with his cheese-y girlfriend  on your nickel   Bitondogirl   who

lives above a pizzeria   seriously

(you cannot make shit like this up)

now back to the leafy park gentle reader

where yogagirl is writhing   and

charliehorsing her way  to hell

oh the divine retribution

of old haggis mcbaggises

everywhere

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Summer 2026   ..piriformis syndrome can kiss my skinny white ass..