songanddancegirl

COUNTRY ROADS

TAKE  ME  HOME    COUNTRY  ROADS

Go away rare butterfly   The construction Gods

have conspired to destroy our holiday   & I have

just been bitten by a deerfly   Left ankle bleeding

Chair now soaked after freak-rain   Turquoise tankini

damp + churlish against city-white skin   Rash setting in

Would that it were Tequila dripping from my chin instead of

homemade jam left on our bedside table at     The Little Inn  

Now we lumber down mainstreet lurching on cobblestones

& face a 45 minute wait for beer-battered goat    A pox on Mr.

Innkeeper  whose ratty little dog will soon begin to bark    You

can take your country jams   & shove them into a dark crevasse

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Summer   2011

PEEVISH

PEEVISH POET   BLUES

Fine is the girl with a dapper cut & cobalt blue hair

sitting cross-legged over there   She looks like a saint

eyes cast heavenward breasts dangling perilously   She

is smoking & speaking in tongues   I wonder if she will

allow me to linger & stare?   Or stomp over & drag me

into the black fountain  at The Monk School of Global Affairs

Come baptize the peevish-poet if you dare   She doesn’t need to

be in a forest to get lost in one   Now the microscopic redspiders

close in   & the white skeleton bugs begin to bite ankles   on a hot

+ hellish day  in the city

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*trees produce substances which boost the human immune system

& multiply dopamine levels 10fold   The absence of trees in one’s life

may lead  to severe anomie   & to skies filled with dead stars

Summer Solstice  Stonehenge   2014

DO

THOSE  WHO  CAN    DO

I want to go home but there is $2.25 left

on my meter  I should be writing my opus

making something of myself   No doubt I will

soon be shat-upon by a pigeon   As the world

marches by I listen to the beat of my own drummer:

loser   bannnnnnaa  poseur  baaaammmmmm!

Sometimes writing feels like the shit-abyss*

Drum roll please   my meter has finally expired

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Late  Summer  2011    *Jim Lahey   Trailer Park Boys

MAN

MAN  FACING  EAST  AT  THE  MUNK  SCHOOL OF GLOBAL AFFAIRS

Do I attract the mentally unstable  or do they attract me?  A fairly normal

looking man has just stepped into the water sculpture in the courtyard where

I write   His pants are rolled to the knee  his hands in prayer pose  At least he has

not begun to pee  Which wouldn’t surprise me  in the least   Now he is creeping ever

closer  to me   As long as his penis remains unseen  I will take a position of:  Don’t ask

Don’t tell    Otherwise I will scream bloody murder   Perhaps this is a message of sorts

Give up the ghost   Return to your day job    Make the world a better place

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Late Summer  2011

YOUTH

YOUTH  IN    ASIA

Today in the Greeting Card aisle a man

stopped me:  Excuse me miss  do they have 

cards for 59 yr. olds?  With this  I ran stumbling

into:   Seasonal    Stomach     Pain      Longing for

the bone-chilling silence of   -19

Perhaps it is time to give up my  obsessional knots:

Winter   Spring   Hipsters   Death   Suffering   Marriage

The tide may be turning to more quotidian matters  blather:

obnoxious+obtuse citydwellers (a profusion currently)

people with largish heads who sit in front of you at concerts+men

in stinky jackets in the next row   old fishermen with sublime tongues

&stories to tell   ditto the profusion of  girls with pneumatic breasts

in headsets  on Philosophers Walk   U of  T   

So come along gentle reader   the poems of 2015 promise to be quite

empty of meaning   but ultimately freeing  on so many levels  + a promise

to refund your time for reading the ones that are all    about me

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SPRING  2014

PILOTS

PILOTS  OF    MYSTERIOUS  VESSELS

The story of a body is interior   What lurks inside

all of that blood   inside all of that darkness? There

is a microscopic-pin near the tip of your nose   Go

ahead pull it   You can take this body  OFF    But no

one thought to tell you that   Now you know  the secret

So will you?  Don’t you want to meet the alien who resides

inside?  Maybe you already have?  It has the voice that said:

There is no such thing as normal    Go ahead  marry him

Take Scar Jo’s alien in: Under the Skin  brutally raped until

the bodybreaks    Ape-man immolates the she-devil   but maybe

just another crucifixion?

While there on the shore  the aliens oblivious to a dying human baby

search for more  bodies  to harvest   Reminiscent of the human-nazis

who threw babies up in the air   & caught them on bayonets    Who is

piloting this ship?

What separates the alien from  the truly human?  The soul under the skin?

We have about as much evidence of this  as the pin near the tip of your

nose    Further studies will have to be conducted  & measurements taken

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SPRING  2014

RITES

THE  LAST  RITES  OF     SPRING

Scientists have found evidence of a

hypothetical fish:   Metaspriggina

Fossilized 505 million yrs. ago

This fish is the missing piece of the

puzzle   The transformation of plankton 

slurpers  into predators  with jaws

Who foresaw that the humanpuzzle

would include a morph from arrowheads to

assault rifles?  (coined by Adolf Hitler)

Nobody expected to find such an animal

said Simon Conway Morris (U of Cambridge)

speaking of the fish    Evolving a jaw is just one

of the really great breakthroughs in the history   of life  

So has the human conscience grown hypothetical?

Or just turned deeply pathological    How about the

evolution of the M-16    or the virginity tests of the

wretched Arab Spring?   Yesterday in Tahrir Square

a  mob-rape took place & produced a shocking YOUTUBE

Reports of badnews are censored in Egypt: Well they are happy

The people are having fun  (female tv host  State Media)

While here in Canada another Spring pageant is underway

High school graduation  & PROM    Smells like purity    Are they

even aware of their liberties?  Or perhaps lulled into complacency

by:  hypothetical futures   hypothetical Peace  on  hypothetical Earth

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Dinosauria, We

born into this  dying because of this  fooled by this  used by this  pissed on by this

made crazy and sick by this  made violent  made inhuman by this   the heart is

blackened  the fingers reach for the throat  the gun  the knife  the bomb  the fingers

reach toward an unresponsive  god   we are born into this sorrowful deadliness  

castrated  debauched  disinherited

Charles Bukowski  1992

SPRING  2014

WWCBS

WHAT  WOULD   CHARLES BUKOWSKI    SAY?

She is giggling though the sound is grating  even to

his ears   He sits close & strokes a thigh  Holy shit   batman

this is really good!  she squeals   apropos of nothing

He has a closely cropped goatee   looks like a hipster

Mephistopheles  This morning 666  appeared in his latte

But his hopes to get lucky  fade with each  squeeeeeeel

To the lighthouse!  she chants in a Woolf-ian rant

as he moves in for the kill   stroking  stoking  glamouring

I glance away in disgust   What would  Charles Bukowski  say?

Now footsie is played  & wrestling begins   Holy shit I love owls!    

Should I puke now    or just run ’em over with my car?

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I don’t hate people. I just feel better when they aren’t around.  

Charles Bukowski

SPRING   2014

WWJS

WHAT  WOULD  JESUS   SAY?

When he & his wife arrived at the Officer’s

side  they had no idea if the gunman was

nearby   In his minds eye what remains of

the scene: blood & pink petals   from an

overhanging cherry tree    (not poetic license)

He said he would do the same thing  again

Most definitely    A local woman locked in her

home for 30 hrs. said: He made me afraid  and

I want to see him afraid    Across the sea the Pope

& 2 Presidents  plant an olive tree

So where is the dis-connect?  On Saturday I asked a

20 yr. old what he thinks of our constant killing sprees

He said: We need another enlightenment   It seems that

it is time for the God  who ever dies  and is ever re-born

to make another appearance

Unless that was him lying amidst the blossoms   Or might

he have been one of the 796 babies in Ireland  dispersed in a

field   next to a nunnery?  Could be.    Some earthquakes happen

in slow motion   22 to 34 miles inside of the Earth    yet the re-

alignment is epic

If he is on his way  and arrives on a day when most of us are in

lockdown will anybody know he’s here?  Or will he be as lost to

us as the mangerbornstranger  from the east?    the burningbush

desertrecluse?   the boyinthebohditree?

Probably.

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*would all depressed poets step up to the podium please

SPRING  2014

BROKEN

TAKE  THESE  BROKEN   WINGS

Blackbird   red wings   It was a sky-is-falling

kind of day    Bomb-dived my head    People

stopped and stared   I felt the brush of   bird?

Thought the Angels had come for me

shadow of wings   flapping  flapping  airswooosh  near an ear

In car on way home radio flipped ON:

Moncton in lockdown (Moncton!)   24 yr.old

gunman on a 30 hr. rampage    3 RCMP slain

Later at home tv flipped ON:

Gunman in Seattle siege in progress   live!

student-bodies    everywhere

Summertime in the Americas  gentle breezes

The living is easy    Sounds of guns ricochet

Angels dropping like flies

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SPRING  2014