songanddancegirl

will you wear the yellow star for me?

you wear the keffiyeh after all   are you just a millennial poseur

making a fashion statement  with drink in hand?   or a true

humanitarian? if yes  then donning the star  will just be another

notch in your activista belt  no?

Babi Yar ravine Kyiv Ukraine  100,000 – 150,000  shot at

close range  by Nazis  September 1941   stripped of clothing

babies tossed in the air  above ready bayonets  Jewish blood

flowing  from the rivers to the sea   33,771 Jews  in 2 days

also psychiatric patients

homosexuals

Romani

Soviet prisoners of war

+ more Jews

how about the swastika? it’s  original meaning was  good fortune

+prosperity  in Sanskrit   i’m certain you are in favour of these

sentiments  but did you know that  real  terrorists wear the hate

rag?  with names like Osama bin Laden   ditto the Hamas apes

who on October 7, 2023  killed Jewish babies in their cribs  gang

raped  grandmothers  danced on graves  in rat infested tunnels

where cannibalism + rape  thrived   +family members were made

to watch

oh  you weren’t aware!  well maybe next time you get on your high

camel  horse  you will read the fine print  listen to the chants at the

Run for Palestine  Peace Rally:  From the River To The Sea 

Globalize The Intifada!  

and why do you think they hate me/us  so much? i did not commit the

blood libel  (!)  you know the one where Jewish people kidnap+murder

Christian children  +use their blood  for religious rituals  and baking

matzah  go ahead  Google it!

i simply spent my 35 yr career  in the trenches of humanity  working in

good faith  with your/our  abandoned raped starved +abused  children

c’mon  throw me a bone  will ya?

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..No Dogs or Jews..Gentiles Only..

(signs found at Toronto public washrooms

+ beaches..1940’s)

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Fall 5787  ..Happy New Year..🍯🍯🎉

u gonna weep for the weepin willow?

if a Salix falls in the forest  and no one is around

does it make a sound?  high-hubris of the man-ape

mastadon of trees mangled yesterday  freak hurricane

blew thru Kansas town  carnage on city streets  some

killed by baseball sized hail  some by slow decay  Salix

by pagan-hating sky gods

NOTHING remains  of my tree  but a sawdust covered

stump  ugliness of house it sheltered  revealed for all

to see  giant Salix made us all better  now beggard  by

it’s absence

willow  one of the sacred trees of the Wiccans  today

all lurid-moist  +sepulchral scent  of fetid tree-corpse

nostrils a-twitch  it was the lagniappe of life   in my

grey city    now what?

it’s like it was never there!  blankemptynegativespace

did human-minds create eternity? or was it already

there?  (dumbkopfs)  ditto a human life  after a time

it  will  be  like  you  were  never  here    dig it?

like the faded photos of

Katie & Lazarus

like the graves

of  Sarah & Joseph

who lay

in weed strewn

decay

or do they?

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Fall 2026    Happy 5787!

🔴 🟡 ⚫️ 🟣 🔵 🟢 🟣 🟠 🖤 ☠️

the dot artist died today  at 97  checked herself into

an asylum 40 yrs. ago   started seeing dots   at 10 🔵⚫️🔴

Yayoi turned psychosis into immersive dot rooms

with names like: Let’s Live Forever!    (no thanks Yay)

Yayoi was sent to spy on her father  who had many

comfort women  stashed in rooms around Tokoyo

this wound of betrayal  the scent of feline on his hands

her mother’s rage  Yay’s hallucinations  dots + a Marian

Glinda  holy-glitter mother  with a magic wand

(every girl needs one)

a year ago today  tiny black dots (very Kusama) exploded

out of left eye  two weeks later out of right  sadly not the

start of this poet’s career as a Pop Art Queen 👑

no bitch! this a vitreous detachment extraordinaire  lights

flashing  still do  thought my 2nd alien abduction  1st at 10 🔴 🔵⚫️

when i also learned about men  feline scented+feral   one quite

cowboy-esque  not unlike husband #3

this did not cause me  dot-psychosis  just a lifetime in the

father-complex tent  where i scratched out tortured poems

(still do)  i was finally rescued by a Tony Curtis lookalike

i had his love-child too

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…if Frank Stanford can kiss the black neck of  Sonny Liston

this poet can have  Stoney  Tony Curtis’ love-child.. 

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..i wasn’t going to tell no one.. i kissed Sonny Liston

on his black neck.. (Battlefield Where The Moon Says

I Love You  Frank Stanford  1977)

Fall 2026 ..a put up yer dukes kinda summer..