songanddancegirl

READER

READER           RUN

Saw the  Punk Priestess  last week

with her 2 kids  in tow   Patti wearing

spectacles & confessing her  HAPPINESS

Not standing in a pool of warm urine    But

taking a  peebreak  mid-show    How strange

The highlight of her middle-aged blabfest:

We didn’t have cell phones back then

long distance was expensive  and your

boyfriend  didn’t call you everyfuckingnight !

When I was training to be a Parole Officer         37 yrs. ago

they gave us a  once over lightly  Freudian Primer

(to help with hardened criminals)

DO NOT MESS WITH DEFENSES THEY ARE THERE FOR A REASON

Would that it were 1984  & Patti were still pissing

on the floor   My defenses came unglued during the

postpunkpeebreak   And I now think thoughts I’d     be arrested for      

This must be the denouement

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..shall we divide & become another..Let’s go under..Going under..

Patti Smith   Piss Factory

Spring  2013

THE SECOND

THE  SECOND    COMING ?

Two whitehaired men   eye me

One has the laugh of a 6 yr. old boy

I cannot say that I am  not  intrigued

I have probably been   closer to         death’s door  

than they   in the past few weeks

A near overdose of migraine meds

The cure in this case far worse than    the disease:

twitchy muscles nausea racy heart  bizarre intentions

not to mention   ideations –       My cabbie wondered

if I might be pregnant ?

Which sounded thoroughly   messianic    to me

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Spring  2013       Songanddancegirl           W.B. Yeats

NOT FADE AWAY

DO      NOT  FADE  AWAY

I am wearing so many pastels today

I may fade away   into the misty blues

and pinks  in the park

Spring has been on backorder

But now I see the  northern citydwellers

crawl out of caves   weary    pastey    and

near rancid   with indoor heating

Soon they will be on patios  gnashing

their  Summerteeth   sweltering in the

blast furnace  that is our ecological    karma

But for now Please :  Stay off the pesticidal grass  & enjoy the tampered tulips

Could there be a Spring more laden with

foolish searching for meaning   when there   isn’t any ?

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*question posed by local Holywoman

Spring   2013      **96.9 % of all modern humans believe existence to be meaningless

BIG SKY

BIG  SKY    COUNTRY

At my office in the

Trenches Of Humanity

I have three

picturesque windows

The huge sky looms

sometimes the

Moon

Most days a hawk –

perpetually

on the

hunt

Me and my child-clients

gaze out upon the

glory

Some days the

windows  become

analytic-fodder

for

paralytic anxiety

Hey  what if I fell

out the window?

What if I

jumped?

What if I pushed

you out?

They ponder

Or will a large plane

crash through all

the beauty

killing the Hawk &

the Moon & the Child

& Me

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Spring 2008

SHOCK & AWE

SHOCK  &  AWE         AND  ENVY

My  10 o’clock scratches at my eyes

and later that Summer dies   on a

helicopter    bound for Sick Kids

She was 9  and dreamed of having

a sheepskin coat  like mine   Called

me  big girl    Stole a fragile glass angel      from the shelf

And made a pearl necklace for the Panther

who terrified her     He had to be hidden

at first   gradually befriended    and bejewelled

She lay bare her envy  for my freedom   to buy pretty

coats    and  growup      Brave enough to wrestle me

to the floor  most Tuesdays       She would be         sweetsixteen

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Her Song:

There’s no such thing as Monsters

There’s no such thing as Vampires 

There’s no such thing as Bloody Mary

Cause I believe in Jesus

Spring  2013

BEGINNER’S

BEGINNER’S  MIND

Rejoice in the blessing of not knowing

my Horoscope said   Buddhist rhetoric ?

Astrological trickery ?

Do they mean:  like my little client   who

both  knew  and did  not know  about            cockroaches

..they only come out when the lights             GO ON

Can revelation be overrated ?

After all  what does it produce but a fresh

and piercing piece     of knowing

This seems circular   or is it square?     a box  within a box   within

What difference would it have made

to her future had I told her:   Cockroaches come out when the lights     GO OFF

For she knew more about the

gunmetal beasts  than I

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Spring  2013

* ..What I told her:   Open your fist  or you will probably use it for punching

ALL IN ALL

ALL  IN  ALL  IT’S  JUST  ANOTHER     BRICK  IN  THE  WALL

One day she

hurled the dog

over the tippy top

of the

spiral staircase

Her mother had hurled

her father

over the

top of the

stairwell

And his

wheelchair

went bump

in the night

It gave a great

fright to the 4

children hiding

under beds –

Help I need somebody!

Dial 911 little girl

and the cops will

come screeching

into the

war zone                                                                                           Not just anybody!

The ozone layer

has been

depleted

by the chemical haze

rising

rising

from your home

Rainbow colored pills & pipes and matches   but no safety latches  on wheelchairs

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Winter  2010

ALL I WANT TO DO

ALL  I  WANT  TO  DO  IS  DRINK  TEQUILA

If I didn’t buy the musky

perfume today

I could not face tomorrow

Orange blossoms & white iris

from Tuscany

Now there is a recipe   for Happiness

Better than a handful

of Prozac

Better than slathering oneself

with bio-identical

hormones                   *(you can rub them on your clit said the quack)

Have mercy on me

Send me more work

so I will be

too busy to care     what I smell like

The other day I read:

The great thing about Marilyn is that we didn’t have to watch her grow old

Moldering   yellow haired      &  fragrant

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Spring  2008

SAW YOU STRETCHED OUT

SAW  YOU  STRETCHED  OUT  IN  ROOM  TEN-O-NINE

Woke up sideways    Never a good omen   Last night  a

bunch of thugboys mugged my Mum  &  she disappeared

So I ate all her chocolates     scattered here & there

I had a small flashlight but traded it for my life     Jung said:

This little light is all we have in the long dark night

All that stands between you  &    the abyss

Released from the muggers  my Mother returned

and was not impressed that I had burned through

the chocolates   Though full points were given for vacuuming    her  abyss

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Well, you’re drunk in the alley, baby 
With your clothes all torn 
And your late night friends 
Leave you in the cold grey dawn 
Just seemed too many flies on you

My sweet honey love..Let the good  lord shine a light on you..

warm like the evening sun..

Spring  2013       Songanddancegirl      Rolling Stones     C.G. Jung

PLEASE HANG UP

PLEASE  HANG  UP            AND  TRY  THIS  CALL  AGAIN

The telephone and me    are foes   so thankfully

there is the  virtual  realm    Assagioli said:      Collaborate with the inevitable

And that is what I am doing     As human

communication grows more oblique

I am refusing to be hijacked by the  ringingmachine   

The droning voice that says:    Yah today is the worstday I’ve ever had in my life

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..Don’t use the telephone

People are never ready to answer it

Use poetry..     (Kerouac 1970)

Spring  2013     Songanddancegirl         Roberto  Assagioli