songanddancegirl

A MAN

ivanka’s father put her in front of despots:

uun  as my 95 yr. old mother calls  pudgy kim

+ the one with the pointynose  who wrestles bears

in his dreams

my father introduced me to a king   a giant shepherd

killed on dufferin st.   + tex  our docile horse  rescued from

the glue factory

i cannot help but wonder about the father of prisoner #A-8541

henriette cohen  the oldest holocaust survivor in france  who

died tuesday  at 103   her father hid her from nazis

here i sit in canada  missing lee  gone this summer for 30   if a

nazi had touched me  he’d have been quite dead  at the hands

of lee  he of gentlebullish tendencies   fierce +paul newman

now a star up there with football bro marty  glimmering  +phospherescent

on horses  in the high chaparral   first post sunk in the fence of family

compound yesterday     the wagons  now circling

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Summer 2019  RIP Lee Atkins  A Man  1921-1989

the bitch is back

a roofer named Venna  just wrote me a letter:

ms. atkins-cameron  i do not apologize for 

hacking a hunk off your roof  or undressing

you with my  peasized  eyes

life is like this sometimes   pervs+opportunists

some your closest friends  lay in wait  to lay bare

your vulnerabilities

but what they are likely unaware of is:  in one’s 60’s

tenacity increases 10 fold   +your bullshit meter  now

a world heritage site  lights up with regularity

i will wrestle you to the ground Venna!   my flaming

red hair  licking   your outsized head   my bum knee

speeding through  the space/time continuum  to

connect with balls  soon to be mythology

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Summer  2019  ..ouch..

ain’t born typical

she was wildmagnolia beautiful

working

class

jewess

swanning on buses

begowned on catwalks

black velvet gloves to there

a childlike innocence

lasting well into the

21^stcentury

the kind that lands one in

human trafficking rings

or the hands of a serial killer

if not supercareful

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Summer  2019  ..the trouble with normal is it always gets worse..

newyorknewyork

you are barred from the

10,000 things

brother of my dreams

you’re coming with me to nyc? !!

how can that be?

in line i heard a voice

hey sister christian! 

and over you walked  goofy smile

bear hug   ape i thought i lost you 

where have you been since

my last day  breathing?

hiding under my bed

weeping uncontrollably

heart entombed over leaving u

in a florida swamp

I will reclaim u at the baggage carousel

my hair now quite white  like moses

I’ve aged rapidimento  between your last breath

+unzipping your bodybag    but here u are bro!

start spreading the news

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Summer  2019

i hate meeces to peeces

so my dream home has mice  and

centipedes bigger than  husband #3

ok with me  as on cold nights they

keep me company  +will scurry quickly

for refills

the mouse hunter charged us 368.88 for

traps filled with noxiousgas   and #3  is

acting  strangely  while i search high  +

low  for my  tenacity

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Spring 2019

bring me your unwashed poet

i’m lighting out  to see lady liberty

streetmeat  +art overload  some bones

+bass at dizzy’s place  where a big man

in a black cape will whisk me out the

backdoor  wrote about him before  pg. 35

of my book

wizard of the carré   finds me on this day

+slips me the answer  like when over lobster

cantonese  my 95 yr. old mother’s fortune cookie

said:  your future is known!

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Spring 2019 .. “life is a near death experience” ..

..RIP Dr. John..a.k.a. Mac Rebennack..

New Orleans Grand Zombie Warrior..

not a jazz cat

we talked death

we talked the track

my father’s horsewhispering

glorydays

his mother  well coiffed

swearing like a sailor     (well she was a new yorker ape!)

motherproud

1 brother   likely dead

in coming days

a cat in pool this morn  harbinger

of cat goddess bast  sitting on his

brother’s chest

at florida hospice where my football bro

kissed the sky  angry nurses  unstudied

in extreme compassion   told me:

we measure life here in  months  weeks

days  hours  minutes

so how long does my brother have?

repeated each morning   + it was

NEVER  months  or weeks   just breaths

loud+long   heart of a racehorse

too strong    2,306

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Spring 2019   ..i saw a cat creeping..

she’s not a girl who misses much

i’ve been accused of snatching away the sunshine+daffs

promised for so long

trickydickypoet

but life is like that too  so i am simply presenting you

with unvarnishedtruths

btw read sedakis for laughs   or don’t

come here  for words unminced  +fools suffering

and i will goddamnguaranteeyou  a portal   to the way out

with:

dignity

grace

doubt?

+various leakages

the bluebird on the lion’s head won’t be eaten!

(gotcha)

fear fear  but put it away now   and walk into your final third

saggy bits flapping  in a chilly morning truth   u weren’t put

here to be happy

but u were

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Spring 2019

..people complain about the bad things that happen to em

that they don’t deserve..but they seldom mention the good..

about what they done to deserve them things..i don’t recall that

i gave the good lord all that much cause to smile on me..

but (s)he did.

(Cormac McCarthy  No Country For Old Men  2005)

better run for your life if u can little girl

saw the giant peregrine in big tree out back

my family being stalked by raptors  one on

a branch a foot from my head  talons bloodyred

i should have run  but cannot hide  these huge

hawks  messengers from the otherside

harbingers of death in most cultures  unlike

vultures they eat prey alive   poor little mice

rabbits  and prairie voles (i live with one who is

six foot three +tasty)  2 lifted my football brother

from his hospice bed

but this poem is going in another direction due to

poet’s misguided promises of sunshine+daffodils

come spring   most of us can weather intense grief

+be spat out in about 7 months  give or take

naked

limpid

+largely

insane

but that’s ok   winter is done  +due to freak nor’westers

hundreds of icebergs are arriving on the shores of lake ontario

many harbouring the newly departed   and as they melt in the

sunshine  the dead will alight  daffodil in hand  +ready to fight

i also have a nice

piece of

land for sale

in the florida

everglades

said the poet to the fly

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Spring 2019 🕷🕷🕷🕷

scar tissue

he is being put down as I write   his plight

not unusual for a 9 yr. old british bully  white

with one beige eye  nothing else beige about

the guy

a hellion

a biter

still have scar   inside right wrist  a favourite

bit of poetforeskin  bitten over+over+over  again

he was polish  like our father’s people  best bullies

from polish puppymills   massive heads   bred to

take bulls down if need be  flappy neckskin   a lot

like me   can withstand yanking+stretching in combat

i liked him best when shortsqueaks escaped his lips

immortalized on pgs.  51+82  of my book   when he spoke

like this  he sounded real   that is  like a human child

belonged to my skinnybro

childless like me

this madbully  was our kid   in first year alone  80,000

bucks in surgeries  scars too numerous to count   but

we’re no pussies when it comes to  surgeries  or scars

468 stitches held  our father lee   mother  +brother marty

together

lee’s vertical

mother’s horizontal

forming a kind of cross

if u put them together

brother’s down below  gruesome+scabrous

the sign of the cross keeps vampires at bay   it just doesn’t

work as well on everyday run of the mill  cancers  heartstoppages

+general brokenness by 60

but  the beauty of scar tissue is:

that come resurrection day

the scarred shall be first

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Spring 2019  ..RIP.. Poydie..a.k.a. fatboy..