songanddancegirl

freida in the sky with diamonds towering over our heads

how do you recover from fate?  the lifelong stigmata

bleeding into your destiny?  fuckfamilycurses  before

they  fuckyou

jettison the tyrant?  is that even possible? flip his tombstone

the bird?  repetition compulsion  cut off at the knees  please

shred your saviour complex   and what would you be?

empty  free  alone  with lots of time on your hands  beatsblood

today was her dyingday   15 hrs she lay  BIGBRASSBED  where

he died 35 yrs ago   a good bed as any to die in  with her my fate

evaporates

groomed for a higher prostitution  BANG went her life  at the end

of mine  there she’ll be  waiting for me  in black taffeta  red chignon

and plotnik diamond eyes

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..if you want the plotnik diamond you have to take plotnik  ape..

Fall 2023   ..fuckplotnik..RIP Mummybird 🦅

Cemetery Queen of Our Hearts ♥️ buried..

now free..

when the god particle went missing

it’s Halloween  and i walk between crusty dogshit

gremlins  +a giant Pikachu   who?

childclient: therapist why doesn’t Pikachu have privates?

therapist: he doesn’t? well use your imagination! You know

like with Barbie+Ken

childclient: my father had privates +hurt me with them

it’s Halloween  +as I sit in a hipsterjoint  haunted by hipster

ghosts  ie., Schopenhauer Rimbaud  Søren+Sartre   I keep seeing

creatures in my peripheral  small+goblin  swearing under rankbreath

fuck u humans  for the most part u have  no imagination  no numinous

no more burningbushes  unless we count forestfires  even burningman

washed out by floods this year   biblical plagues  without the afterrainbow

Noah kidnapped   Gods genocided  along with  Jews  Tutsis  Armenians

+Indigenous peoples   everywhere    the 2 Johns with bullets in heads  etc..

childclient: my father didn’t have  “problems”  he knew what he was doing

therapist: you’re right  he didn’t have problems  he hurt you   because he

wanted to     selfishbastard     pig       or was he raped at 7?

way up on the mountaintop  a dying God said to Abe  to priests  to nuns  et al.

hey you killed me enough sons !   you got some sick motherfuckers down there

y’all better run

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Fall 2023

so limitless and free you are?

how fatefucked are you?

how fatefucked was your mother?

fatefucked: when you believe your past  ie.,

history family heredity debauchery  chérie

are your   TRUTHS

when your identity  is your mother’s identity

your father’s  your ancestor’s   some of it is  of course

you trajectoried from those shores

now jettison+spent  on a new shore  of creakyjoints+jukejoints

+ a sucking lethargy   i want sex+candy  boots  crocheted pins

money   a curated soul-hellhole

what you always feared the most  unbeknownst  was your freedom

+now that it’s here  you lay around in  jewelled buttons  bows  and

a crowsfeet smirk

freedom cannot hold a candle to   Mrs. Death

the greatest of mysteries  now with your mother’s face

now  your father’s   et al.     so fuckfate

morphine is your friend

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October 25, 2023

son of a gun we gonna have some fun on da bayou

lastnight Lucinda Williams concert  TO  (Lu: i had a stroke..what u gonna do?)

do? !!  a three hour rant  southern gothic+raconteur  wailing geetars  a cello too

for a sea of seniors   wasted  with hungry eyes

Lu cries for lost lovers  and her mama   me too   more suicides than u can shake

a stick at   Boo Radley in the wings   chanting   a man with a kindish face beside me

in peripheral his vampire incisors  glinting

by the concert’s end  somehow my right hand  in his lap  he doesn’t seem to mind

now his lips  on my jug  (ular)     oh me oh my oh !

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Fall 2023  ..Go Lucie Go!!..

smells like quaint

yet another trip to quaint nirvana   this one

with 3 barber shops on main  does the hair of

the old grow faster  as in  the final seed crop?

grizzled seniors walk the line  many shuffle

or do the soft-shoe   tomorrow in walkers

dance pigs

i sit rockabilly+pantless  on a crisp fall day   locals

gawk   legs still bronzey from last winter’s vay cay

what am i looking for?

a good Mexican restaurant  culture to burn  an old

well hung poet  who gives good pillow talk   husband says

these men generally stink  ie., see Steve Earle  my last side hustle

i’m also looking for my old mother  escorted away last November

is there a side door out?  where all your dreams wait pristine  with

your dead   who dance as you come through    festering+genuflect

bye bitches

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…will you look at the sky pig…behind this veil of gentleness+peace

night is charging +will burst upon us…pop!…that’s how it is on this

bitch of an earth…   (Pozzo  Waiting for Godot   Samuel Beckett)

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Fall  2023   ..i grow weary of this motif.. (Sam B.+me)

if it walks like a *pogrom…

Nazis were fond of using bayonets on Jewish babies  thrown

into the air   Hammazis use large swords  decapitation their

specialty  at one kibbutz alone  40 babies  litter the floor

what more do we really need to say about the propensity for

sadism  in the clothed ape?  and what of innocence?  mostly

treated as an entry point for pedophiles  +the endgame for   babyhunters

(we refer you to altar boys+girls  +infanticide)

as well  we are the only species  to spawn serial killers  likely

enough said   human atrocities span all epochs  this may be the

one case where throwing the baby out with the bathwater  is called for

and likely the first item on the to do list of our soon to be   AI overlords

clothing the naked ape  did not make a dent in the thinnest veneer of

civilization   if you really want to stand with Jews   don a yellow star

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(on your back too ..as the Nazis made the Jews do ..so they can identify

you ..should you run)

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First weeks of  year 5784

*pogrom: an organized massacre of helpless people; 

specifically a massacre of Jews (Miriam Webster)

the un-peace train

last time on a train   i was holding your hand  always did

you were afraid  of most things  so i couldn’t be  of anything

except maybe  you

now alone  of the alone of the alone  barely resurrect  after your

last breath   trip in pope funeralmobile to cemetery    people

peering    what’s she wearing?  no not you    me!

wailed wolfen   now lonest-wolf   fuck off gawkers  hangers on

diddlers   2 hawks starboard  bigger than the ones  who came

for you

a caricature   oldpoetwoman on a train  in lulu+deconstructed

converse  bullybully   Frida Kahlo bag too   matches  GRL PWR

Frida tee    Frida rolling    holy  footsmashed+gangrene

i’m looking for a replacement  to stand in my stead   walk my streets

sit with pervs in park   daily   while i escape to quaint   with hacking

cough    +nervous covidstares everywhere

but hey  i made it onto the peace train  ohhhh ohhhh the peace train

hair elvis bouffant   escape my asssss    as you laugh  that all knowing

laugh     which sounds like a cross between

i told you so   and

if i had your looks+brains

i’d have married

a gazillionaire 💃🏻

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Fall 2023  ..not the original vagabond..nor an unwashed phenomenon..you’re thinking of Zimmerman..

freedom tastes like reality

another close call  as in  within inches of my life

this time an umbrella helicoptering  in a freak gust

of wind

we’re talking inches people  ditto the rock  (not him!)

near miss  last Saturday  annihilation squandered

yet again

on my way toward  the umbrella   strangely thinking

about a story  my newly dead mother told me  repeatedly

happened while she strutted down  an NYC street  circa 1943

pushed out of path  of a runaway tire  at 19  lived another  79 yrs

(now that’s mazel!)  some here too  yesterday lost a sparklyblue

sapphire bracelet    Swarovski

fall leaves everywhere  a blue elasticband  near severed head of

chickadee   i trod on+on  again fabulous mom’s words  ringing

it should be the most important thing you ever lose 

said re: wallets glasses pens virginity

the mist lifted  +there near purebreddoggie diarrhea  the bracelet

all dungbeetle+glinting   on the walk home reflecting  on her losses

the most important things    ever to lose

children breast husband homes parents sisters friends joie de vivre

she died naturally  mild infection sunrise jazz    +as i face a brand

new year  5784  with the freedom of being freshly orphaned   i sense

that she is  THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I HAVE EVER LOST

along with the last shreds of my immortality   i remember too  her

bottomless grief   for her mother   ditto me   bottomless  motherless

and free  ?

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get married have kids come for dinner come for holidays cook clean cook

don’t go to school  be a slave  take the yoke   smile darn ya  smile

New Year  Fall 2023  ..now what?..

what a husband does in the woods stays in the woods

fuck the head swiftie for stealing my new bf  Travis Kelce

preceded by Alex Anzalone  of the blondemane   when it

comes to men   i am not deep

though i remain ardent re: a longstanding no creeps policy

husband #3 is decidedly  hunk  a lifetime forest ranger  tight

with Yogi    Boo Boo his favourite tentmate 🤟

apparently BB  intense bear-gastritis   husband briefly dated

boob’s sister-in-law Bruin Hilda  too   though he kept his huge

hands  off of Yogi’s  Cindybear   with the greatest of difficulty

he is definitely more simpatico with bearnakedladies

human girls too clean-shaven  brazilians make him gag  (!)

(perhaps tmi )

in any case Travis Kelce will tire of Taytay  as did John Meyer

he who opined:  she is one limpfishy dullbiscuit queenbitchy

but John sleeps and tells  he said of Anniston: old boringskunky  COUGAR

yessssss!!!

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Fall 2023  ..let she who has never felt envy..cast the first stone..

my haggis lover

husband #3 had a dream  haggish+fatefucked

yes! there is such a thing  he dreamed of  Morta

she one of the 3 sister fates  who cut the thread

of life   +choose the manner of your demise

she carried a slingshot  +launched death orbs at

young girls  et al.  once she tossed a can at a  20

something  who had escaped the rock  instant death

ensued💥

she did this  because she could   playing with us little

humans  her grimgame  Morta  ghastly  gaseous  gnashing

fell in love with Scotty  sent a near-human fly to bite me

at the cemetery   where i visited my freshly dead mum

it took a chunk from behind my lame knee  decidedly heart

shaped  the scar now jagged through the centre   Morta ate

of the pink flesh  +thought me brisket-ey   NOT as much

of a treat   as he

brawny  will eat every cracker in the house  as crumbs catapult

driving home from longish holiday  in homogeneously white

Ontario town   Morta raised her sling  she wanted rid  of me    rude bitch

then to sink her teeth into  scotchmorsel  he didn’t skip

a beat  drove sturdy  missing transport splatt by inches

the rock hit the windshield  my side    NOT today Morta

i want more of my sweet wife’s  decrepitude

today i sit under a giant tree  +wonder if it is the type

dropping thick trunks onto hipster heads  in my local

park   and as i  contemplate my narrow escape  i decide

that i am    out of