songanddancegirl

the old grey mare she ain’t what she used to be

i patted the ground  and told her: you can do it!

she  who’d been dead for mere weeks  you can do it!

you can be dead   with aplomb   with grace

with the fabulous jewellry +sunglasses  we buried you with

(i didn’t realize we couldn’t bring them back up   EVER

until it was too late) but you need them to enter those  pearly gates

the takeaway guy  Mordecai  was worried about graverobbers

+started spouting ancient Egyptian liturgy   at which point

i hoofed him

it was quite a scene   you 5 foot ten   M. 4 foot 3   and he  thought

he could lift you   up up up   onto a gurney with wings  gore    at

that point   you hoofed him   and gave him   that  laugh

the one that drips of: you don’t even have a real job!  u consummate 

loser!  you bum!   touch me + i bruise you   don’t touch me  + i bruise 

you   anyway

stay away from the dead lady

maven  +repose-rictus

leave the deadalone  go on +get a real job!  an education  +a cleanjacket

ie., not from  Ayla Kebetzka’s yorn    my kids left me in this  shithole    all

Moishe Zukhanim    +tea like pishuchtz

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..my family makes the hottest tea! ..

Spring 2024  ..April 4th 100..kicking butt in heaven..

GHOSTBUSTER BLUES

sunrise looks Gershon  Gershon Iskowitz   puffy +springfling

you may think i am heading into the territory of sunshine+daffs🌻

decidedly   NOT

i am reading a book about ghosts + the dead  the spacetime continuum

all  Heisenberg+Einstein   Jacob’s ladder is real  people   the reason we

meet our dead in varying states of decompose is:

we all float along the same starlit continuum

the woof+warp  of spacetime  aka  the place where eternity shines   the

pot of gold  bones   at the end of the rainbow  our dead live there as  disembodied

energy-forms   said my most brilliant mentor   a mathematician named Sharansky

he a deadringer for my deadfather  Lee    father complexus+major crush   when

Sharansky  a grizzled 83   he said these things  with great certainty   i’ve always

yearned for grizzled old men   +smiling goats

my father the  GOAT   whose smile  is currently causing mayhem  among

women ghosts   all along the spacetime continuum   today i found a message

in 2 bottles  left by my mother  not so fond of father’s ghostly  sexappeal

apes  i’m still here!   also found this  in the cavity of her   babybluebird  👗

a hairline crack opened to reveal: Fath gowns  Dior hats  +a tiny beating heart

arhythmic+ theremin

APRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

my old bro too  slipped thru a crack  +now dances regularly   in my bedroom

cheshire+smiling   as are all dead football heroes  no longer headsmash+brainfog

father rests on a cloudchaise  making arcane hand signals 🤘🏽

i hear footsteps   and i’m running like hell   not ready for eternity   quite yet

it’s snowing +late March   nary a daffodil in sight   the ground still full  of our

frozendead   who with springthaw  soon to dance on Bathurst St. 💃🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻

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…mum  we should have hightailed it to Paris ..while you could still run..

SPRING 2024  ..👻🖤 👻

amor fati

now i walk the streets  with your fate  face   who is that girl?

was every morph fatefucked?  but wait  every time you

wrest yourself from  the historyfamilygodotbeast   u fuck with fate

you carve out something that is  NOT  dripping of the

past  the past is not something to flee   it is something to

remake  in your own image  you cannot run  from the    forceps

they drag you here kicking+screaming  bloodied   does

anyone relish arriving?  and yet the moment of death  so

peaceful  +final breath   a thing of great beautymorph

OMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

my visage  her eyes  nose  his hair  cheekbones  but

the piercing  stareglare  firing from my eyes  mine alone

the lightsaber  i use  to burn through   the familydrama

they do not reside inside of you!   only you  reside there

unless praecox   here you are yet again  back at the start

looking for that heritage village  on a lake

so burn your clothes   but not your Kia Soul   as you did

the BMW  eons ago   now same abyss   different car   you are

less fragile  having wrestled with the Reaper  of parents+a bro

an ugly  but well read beast  who spouts Kierkergaard at will

this constant dismemberment+rebuilding   you  a smiling

simpleton-sisyphus    the only home you have/will   ever know

is the one now embedded   in sagggskin+soul

..down in the hole..lingeringly..the gravedigger puts on the forceps..

(Samuel Beckett  Waiting for Godot)

this should  will  free you   from the boulder  lighter now  with

every   asthmabreath  everydeath   every dying angel  vying for

your autograph   I’M ON MY WAY HOME MOTHERFUCKERS!

finally knowing that    HOME    is not a noun   its a verb

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..my dying mother 4 days before her death   i’m late for the bus!

i’m late for the bus!  where are you going?   i just wanna go home..

Spring 2024   ..be guided by your homesickness..  Steppenwolf+AAC

..life can only be understood backwards..but must be lived forwards..

Kierkergaard

vaginadentata

octogenarian eye doc said:  i ache in places i used to play

a direct Leonard Cohen rip off   keep your viagra emissions

to yourself   old sport

just then his hand fell to my knee  crawling+beady  ultimately

he fingered  my asymmetrical zipper  hidden in folds of fabric+skin

chubbfingers poked   slip of drool at corner of his  croak

now out of his delirium  he shot:  why are you here?    well it’s

the glaucoma  you filthy old geezer   the glauc what??   his digit

sliding   in

OUCHHHHHHH THIS BITCH BITES!

Winter 2024   …almost had its way with us..

dead poet’s society

making a will  is apocalyptic  permutations proliferate

minute by minute    your deadhead is spinning

machinations macabre   perhaps you’d like the spoils   while i’m still alive

our old mother  in delirium praecox  shrieked this very thing  to a muscled

nurse  in the presence of a cowering brother   we’d  taken care  of her money

for years   and upon her death  a mere  buck ninety-five  survived

my current husband  wants to leave his estate to the  Treehugger’s Society

he an avid Scottish forester    i’ll be dead   so i don’t care   though i would

have liked a bequest with more  flair

my own funds will go  (after the last bro falls)  to the  Society of Taxidermists

these fine men+women   will haul dead poets  out of the fouled-bed   and

prop them up   with a nod to former splendour 💃🏻

my own visage will be adorned with flaming red hair  a wild smirk   and an

extended middle digit   to all of the besmirchers  +sick-o-phants    and the

old geezers   who slobbered as they followed me   along shit-stained streets

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..grant me an old woman’s frenzy..a wild wicked old woman..

myself  i must  remake   retake..  (W.B.Yeats+ AAC)

Winter 2024

NOT Alice’s Restaurant

have you ever been to a restaurant  where the patrons

are hungry  for more than just food?   they may want to

eat  you    and do    with their filmy eyes

most well past their prime  longing for your now  grubby

youth  your clutching grasp  on perfection  your sparklyshoes

they long too   for their young husbands

their bodies  verve+densely sexual   they covet your  (still)

freedoms  to jump in your car   and go!   what does it feel like

to drive   to go to the opera?  to prance?   asked Ellen

she who died beside  her starving cat   but seriously   just don’t

go there anymore  even though their sprinkle cookie takes you

back to Marla Gold’s kitchen

where her mother Dora  serves day-olds  from her rich bros

bakery   and her new step-dad  (possibly a pervert)  lurks

what do you mean he made you keep the bedroom door open?!

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my own mother’s response to us 12 year old’s  having to undress

with the door  wide open   (London Ontario circa 1969)

Winter 2024  ..go for the bratwürst at Ikea better..

Navalny Bibas Navalny Bibas Navalny Bibas

a lumpen brother  has called this poet  a besmircher

really i am just a girl who is into  MERCH  all the way

on any given day  i flaunt Kahlo  Lucinda  +the NBA

*(not nearly as shallow  as i might appear)

admittedly horrified  by Time’s   Person of The Year 🏆

how about  Alexei Navalny  or Kfir Bibas?  (baby Israeli hostage)

both posthumously   Alexei murdered in prison  Kfir in a bunker

so is this just sourgrapes  apes?   i don’t think so   with a platform

of  100 million  12-24 yr. olds  Tay could   CHANGE THE WORLD

go ahead!  challenge the swiftie hivemind  to fight for causes  near+far

education for girls in Afghanistan  birth control  safe abortion  equal pay

marital rape laws  genital mutilation   but no  our culture elevates the rich

the beautiful  the private plane      the mundane

growing up at my father’s knee  i learned: don’t spend other people’s money

and do  spend more time with your dog  all of this is not Tay’s fault  but how

about a little   swiftie-consciousness-raising   O Personage of The Year?

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..Forbes puts Swift’s net worth at an estimated $1.1 billion on the low end..

based on analyses of her fortune..

Winter 2024    ..Oh Bartleby  Oh Humanity..

his trophy wife for life

tinywaist  numerous gentleman callers

dowry  semi-sizeable   slender +torture

35 yrs. in a waring blender

well she really worked me over good

dénouement riffs   lean to maudlin  but there is

no elegant way to say: i never thought it would

be this hard   or this fucking amazing grace

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..this life is both beautiful.. and cruel..  Carl Gustav Jung

Winter 2024     ..thanks Carl..

where the hell is Elijah?

when you need him most  when you cannot tell  if they

are praying over Lee  or cutting out  his beating heart   37 yrs. ago

your father  was on ice   in an ICU   on  University Avenue

heart by-passed  oh this’ll save yer life  not only did it not

it rather left him in a purgatorio  that lasted for the rest of it

and he   NEVER   complained

he was too much of a rebel  for that  bitch-shit

he listened to jazz   conjured up his dogs   a concubine or 2

and with as much dignity as he could muster  sat and loved us

for 5 fucking years  until the birds came  on his final day

he had a scar from his ankle to his breastbone  beautiful

jagged    just like him   and on quiet nights when the voice of Ella

floated up   daddy +his old dog Jim   howled at the moon

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Winter 2024    ..a year older than i.. when he died..  RIP Rockin Daddy!

the grinch who stole swiftmas

Taylor Swift  a pop princess  Santa on steroids

they track her  +her reindeer  (aka..rein it in dear)

across the un-friendly skies

she is apparently  singlehandedly  destroying the

environment  with her emissions  vocal+otherwise

gaseous pop  until you drop

she is the light  $$$$  in Donna Kelce’s eyes  perhaps

soon to marry her son Trav   all buffoon +tight end   at

the conclusion of the Super Bowl  he pounded his chest

a scary-hairy ape  cameras panned to Tay’s face  oh the horror!

we saw a sweating Trav approach her  with a  come here girl  

bellow   as he grabbed her well coiffed tail

perhaps you read into  the green with envy here   but surely  if i

had my own private jet  i would spend my days ferrying orphans

from war torn environs

or would i?

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Winter 2024    ..even old Joe Biden wants her..