songanddancegirl

A.I.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE

Man is A.I. to Nature   nature who created woeman

in her own image    Man’s push to consciousness

hubristic+gnashing as it is   made the soul wary +

not a little bitter  Nature God (dess) replaced by Homo

sapien   Two legged ape deeply enamoured of  Oblivion

We should have stayed hunched on the savannah   Now

the rough beast has killed it’s Gods  +finds itself  unholy

Consciencelessness is a messy business   As men +women

round up fresh victims to behead   some with short little knives

requiring a sawing motion

The boat with the fisherman went missing  What would Jesus say?

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I am a god
I am a god
I am a god

(Yeezus  Kanye West)

Deus EX MACHINA       Spring 2015

BALLS

IF THE BUBBA HAD BALLS

She monopolized my favourite author

like a shark in heat  as I circled the periphery

She a famous editress    I a stalker-amorus

My mother wrote re my defeat: Did you ever

hear of: EXCUSE ME SORRY TO INTERRUPT

MY NAME IS     (mud?)

If I had her chutzpah  I’d be Queen

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Colm Toibin   (woulda should coulda  didn’t)

Spring 2015

DADDY

MY HEART BELONGS TO DADDY

Did you know that women are 2x more depressed

+ anxious than men   +10x more likely to admit it?

The newspaper asks: is it because women are actually

sicker?  Or go to the doctor more?

Maybe like Eurydice  the underworld beckons  +daddy

waits there ready to build you a room of string   Of all the

vagaries  saying goodbye to daddy  makes the blood grow

angry   + angry blood in women causes: infarction

Dear Deadwomen: if you were given the choice by Hades to

live your days across the Styx   with daddy   or  return to your

Orpheus-hubby   What would you do?   Only serious responses

will be considered   Write to HisDarkLord at: daddysgirlsrule.com

*winners will receive  a reprieve

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..through shallow water, through dustings of  snow, through

cloudy figures of fallen light. I cannot remember, but I think

you were there, whoever you are.  

(Mark Strand  Blizzard of One  Pulitzer 1999)

Spring 2015   for Michelle & Gregory  Soulpepper’s Eurydice+Orpheus

GRIFFINS

SEE YOU AT THE GRIFFINS

ultra-contemporary   a transcontinental rumba

of the global digital   This a description of the 5th

Canadian of colour to be nominated for a Griffin

Trinidadian-Peruvian   Shane Book    Shane says:

Poetry doesn’t get a lot of laughs

I wonder if there have been any invisible minorities

a.k.a. Jews  nominated    They might describe my

poems for instance as: a transcontinental hora of the

global digital   +funny  don’t ask!   

Seriously  I don’t care how they describe my poetry

$75,000 would give my dark+depressing stanzas a ring

of dybbukery     A  #sellmysoulatthecrossroads  infamy

And yes I would take the money   Though I cannot help but

wonder if the Muse could then be wrested from the front

row at CHANEL   #callmeshallow     Go ahead

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Spring 2015

ALBINOS

ALL ALBINOS ARE BORN LEGALLY BLIND

in tanzania people with albinism are hunted like animals

they aren’t considered human  children+babies murdered

grisly butchery   body parts in witch doctor’s potions bring

luck  love  +success  to countrymen   there is even a booming

cross-border trade

mwigulu matanange  10   is the saddest person in the country

he hasn’t spoken a word since his mutilation in February   t-shirt

gaping hole  where arm used to be   buyers of potions  rich+powerful

(even politicians!)  225 witch doctors arrested so far this year   all

released days later

an election in the offing  demand increasing   3 children  one village

missing   vivisection suspected   a year old’s hand found on the road

to nowhere   June 13  2015   1st albino awareness day

use your eyes +hands  write the foreign ministry  +ask them to support

ending these atrocities   night is falling in tanzania   phantom limbs tingle

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Spring  2015

BATHYPELAGIC

BATHYPELAGIC  BLACK

In the deeps of the sea  it’s dark+cold at

3,333 feet   the blackest black you will ever

see    A good place to jettison your identity

Egos thrive in the light of day   while the

capital S   Self   loves the underbelly

Where murky meanderings  +little white lies

are laid bare  Away from the glare of the klieglights

you can ponder awarenesses long repressed  You can

even confess to coveting your neighbour’s wife   his 5

speed weed-wacker   +his sex toys galore

Today in my park all around me  there are bohemians

on highwires  lashed to trees   Navigating the balancing

act that is: en-soulment   #mailmeasoul     in these days of

our en-darkenment   Or is the darkest hour   just before dawn?

There is also a man  5 feet 2  who paces the periphery  where

girls are sprawled legs akimbo   Someone has led him to believe

that he can exorcise the worst kinds of demons by cruising

strange women    I give him an: I’ll break your neck like a twig

kind of glare 

He is a perfect example of the pussification of America!   my dear

friend screams      #mailmeasoulwillyouplease

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Spring 2015

SAFE

SAFE IN THE DARK   IT USED TO REST

in texas last week at twin peaks restaurant   biker

gangs had a shooting spree  nine dead   170 injured

bodies scattered everywhere

noon  busy waco interstate  truck stop draws a huge

lunchtime crowd   it’s not known what triggered the

violence   Sgt. W. Patrick Swinton   waco police

maybe there was no trigger Pat   maybe the wild wild west

still exists in the hinterland   why in washington a family

was held captive by a gun toting stranger   tortured for 8 hrs.

then he ordered a pizza   DNA gave him away   mayhem slouches

in gullies  near interstates  +arrives in the capitol on a clear spring

day   even the pundits don’t know what to say

so they pull at their moustaches   and avert their gaze   in a friendly

gesture Barack tweeted from the oval office!   he received countless

answers  many with death threats  one depicted him hanging from a tree

can we still consider america home of the free?

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What’s called a normal life?  

(Rosemary Waldrop  Love+Other pronouns)

Spring 2015

RAINBOWS

IN RAINBOWS

tiny grey-haired lady on the sidewalk

many officers + firemen in shorts pace

ragtag bag splayed  there is an oxygen

mask placed haphazardly on her face

she is well into her 80’s

as a child she believed in  rainbows +

paul bunyan   so how did she end up here?

shouting: hard hat  hard boots  what else you

got that’s hard?  once married   in leafy suburb

husband left her with 3 kids  for best friend +had

4 more

worked at a bakery   married a card shark named

Harry  a niceguy  who wore white undershirts   +

brylcreem   it’s about to pour  1st responders packing

up   Spring exploding everywhere   lilac laden trees in

hipster-ridden park give off a bovine scent  mixed now

with earth  +regret  +loathing

Her children stopped looking in 2002   will you take her

home with you?

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Spring 2015

SHIT

SHIT   MY EPHEMERA IS EPHEMERAL

words are disappearing   clearing cards of

endearments proving i was useful  proving

i was worth my weight in suffering   last night

in a dream i told a curious by-stander i was

kicked  +worse   what could be worse?

urinated on  spat at  hair pulled  +clumps came

out!  once called an old bag from quite a distance

it was worth it i insisted   she eyed me skeptically

+lumbered off

i am tempted to fill in the blanks: you rare saviour

you glorious rose  without you i would never have

become the Prime Minister   instead i am left with:

light   forever your destiny  dreamcatcher  you were

woman

it seems that time is taking poetic licence  with my

ephemera  +turning out to be   a much better poet

than me

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Spring 2015

KOOL

KOOL KID  & THE NATUE/NURTURE KUNUNDRUM

in the park today there is a baby so cool  hip mothers swoon

he is likely 8 mths. old wearing a pork-pie +leggings boldly

emblazoned with neon peace signs   nice hat!   i say to old

nanny with baby spread on lap   it’s the mother  every day she

makes an outfit   

what will the impact be on cool baby?  will it be helplessly

addicted to chic?  never leave the house sans cravat?  develop

a lifelong hunger for dapper giants?  the whole of a story is never

told

i know a boy whose mother sleeps a lot  beats the dad a lot  Oh

+ there are bugs in the cupboards  so far he isn’t attracted to anyone

refuses to speak +barks like the dog back home   please teach me

how to do that     the whole of a story is never told

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Spring 2015