WHAT ROUGH BEAST ON SLOW THIGHS ?
In the epic battle between will & fate
will takes a shitkicking everysingleday
Few are left standing Many run for the hills
Some die a slow death in their Mother-in-law’s basement
So if your choice is between: hovel or hobble
toward some misguided dream What
difference does it make? Since each of us
will die mute on our mat some day
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Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl W.B. Yeats
I’M A STRANGER HERE ON YOUR PLANET EARTH
Last night on my Vampire show
a gorgeous
un-dead redhead
said to a younger Vamp:
That conscience of yours
it will grow dimmer
with time
You’re still young
and more Human
So the Human conscience
grows stronger
with Time? A sentiment rare & fine
You may think we were
all born with one
My child clients were –
but then it all came undone
When parents locked
them in closets
and made star shaped
burns on their arms starved some too
But what about Love ? they wonder and ponder
Isn’t it the glue
that holds our tribe
together ? Imbues us with Humanity
I struggle with the answer
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*Humane – having or showing compassion or benevolence; inflicting the minimum of pain
Fall 2009
WHERE’S YOUR MOSES NOW?
I would prefer to have been squashed
by a beautiful person Someone I could
feel I deserve to be squashed by This
however leaves me pride-enraged An impotentsimpleton
who let the drudge get the best of me
Now I am consigned to drudgery Can the sin of Sloth be far behind?
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Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl Dathan The Ten Commandments 1956
HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN
A man chews loudly beside me I want to gag
Light pop plays on a radio over there
A handsome man says: Can I sit here?
He then fingers twenty’s and strokes his
headphones Did I attract them or did they attract me?
Handsome reads: firarperest by Elif Safak
While munchingman gets ready to impale an apple
It is at times like these that I need an approaching horizon
Hightail it Wake up in a different morning CHOMP CHOMP BANG
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Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl Beatles
THE MOTHER LODE
Why is this loss different
from all other losses? Because it’s so all encompassing?
Because if references each & every other loss?
Ah this must be the Mother of all losses!
What I had: children by the dozens
cries and whispers and shouts obscenities by the hundreds
blood feces SM rape vomit All of the sacred substances
in a temple of healing A temenos of suffering
Where suicide matricide and the occasional fire
lived side by side Created out of deep unconsciousness
Please Sir can I have some more? Or is it time
to put it to rest? Harvest some happiness Grow an
unbearable lightness of being Plant some daffodils
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A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl Byrds
PSYCHO PARABLES
She speaks a rare brand of psychobabble
It is not for the meek Last time I saw
her she said:
Turtles move the shit away from their bodies
I made mental note And decided then
and there never to break bread with her again
But too late for she had me in the crosshairs
Bang Bang went my identity and my lunch
I say to you Ms. Rabbit Skinner:
I hope you live a life you’re proud of If you find
you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again
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Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl F. Scott Fitzgerald
LOVE IS LIKE A DOG FROM HELL
It was at the Horseshoe you cried over
Molly Mann I cried because you cried
over her not me Love is an axe to the soul you say
almost 25 yrs. to the day I am beginning to
wonder if the pleasure is worth the pain
There is a ring with a cracked heart in it’s centre
If you squeeze it the crack disappears but
it always returns It is: the heart that cannot heal
It ended up under my bed for 10 yrs.
Discovered there on the last day in my 1st house with my 3rd husband
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(..I wanted an answer, a neat answer..
..woman is perfect..)
Hilda Doolittle 1931
Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl Bukowski H.D.
OFF WITH HER HEAD
I would have been beheaded for
refusing to give up the worship of idols
And had Daddi painted me on my
face would be a blend of:
Knowing the secret implacable impudence & fuckyou transcendence
The male skygods fear worshipers of trees
(and bees) mostly because we find divinity
in the wood of the cross itself
And in the night come the bees to lubricate our chains with honey
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St. Catherine Bernardo Daddi A.G.O.
..Neither honey nor bee for me..
Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl & Sappho
QUEEN OF BEES AND HIPSTERS
Oh that snowbank is coming alive !
3 faltering bees looking for a Spring hive
jump me on the corner of Queen & Massey
I wave them away like her majesty (more truthfully I flail like a crazed she-bear)
People stop and stare I give them the
Toronto glare and walk on This
happens each & every year and is
the only real harbinger of the approaching gentle season
So you can all wake up and buy something
peach for I banish black from the Queendom
Make room for: new passion new gods new pain new bees
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Early Spring 2013
SO POETS REST AWHILE AND SHUT UP
Today it snowed on my newly minted red hair
and the dampness produced a map on my right cheek
A smudgey red boot has appeared
But will it provide the kick I need to leave
draughty tea shops & oh so beautiful arthouses?
And write hungry poems from behind grimy windows
Now I ask you: Is all of this renunciation really necessary?
For on this cold Spring day in a too pink lipstick
I have run out of things to say So for those of you
who would have me write the next Shades Of Grey
Go write your own softporn you forlorn bastards make hay make hay!
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..All your writing about pain and suffering is bullshit..
Early Spring 2013 Songanddancegirl Bukowski & Kerouac’s Rimbaud 1960
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