songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

here i lie

..fell down + can’t get up..

 

since the first caveman  shambolic  +fetid

lay +did not get up  humans have not been

fond of death   but  who loves peace more

than death?

 

hands up if u think u do

 

when the wind brings covidlaced spittle

to the nostril’s edge   +sister morphine  +

sister death  wait in the wings  this deathbed

thing   becomes  lugubrious   repetitious

 

+death’s bitches  huddle  in condos+caves

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Fall 2020

covidqueens

 

trump + mailorderbride took a ride to covidland

didn’t like the diversity  or rubbing shoulders with

the petit bourgeoisie

 

covid is not:  racist  sexist  homophobic   it is not a

hater   so they felt uberlonely   now riding in a sealed

rover   trump blows kisses to the masses  as covid

crawls up the a****   of his secretservice bitches

 

while back at the whitesthouse  Mel blows  hot+cold

about decorating that:  fucking x-mas tree  (as heard on tape)

 

oh bartleby  oh humanity

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FALL 2020

charbroiled Q tips plus a side of covid

the Harry’s Charbroiled truck is GONE   replaced by a

covid testing truck  with a moose on the side  which

looks more like a beer logo  this is all too confusing for

the hipsters  who line up for cow + chips   as volunteers

make ready the longest Q tips known to mankind

 

these will be rammed  up the beautiful nostrils  of said hips

likely better than what they usually shove up there?

 

while covid tests are free  cow+chips  at the edge of our swish

park  are decidedly not   but cost less than a gram of cocaine    marginally

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..in the 2nd wave of Covid 19 it is the young who are most likely

to contract the disease  and they will have longer to live with the

lifelong debilitation..but they continue to herd like lemmings..as the

covidcliff awaits..

 

(whitegrainy substance..doppelgänger for cocaine..)

 

 

Fall 2020      (..rhymes with stash..)

 

 

limpin proletariat

the Harry’s Charbroiled truck sits cowstink+fatted  at the

edge of our park  feet from the marginalized   covidrefugees

line the meanstreets  many limp

 

today i walk on gilded vomit  thinking about the bulls  at

maple leaf gardens  circa 63  backsides smeared  dark+fecal

 

why dad??!

 

cowboy father said  something about straps on their privates

teaching me  that a bull’s life in captivity  is always intense  +

he knew a thing or 2 about captive bulls   +who was full of shit

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Fall 2020

( Arthur Rimbaud..father’s doppelgänger

+ favourite poet..after me)

prodigality blues

 

what kind of a man is he?

what kind of a man is M.I.A.

on the night his son is about

to break thru?

 

do u know where he is?

the wife winges  i reach for

the dial phone  +dial

 

he is not alone  not far from

home  the wife will not touch

the stinkbaby

 

perfect+gesticulate

 

and when he is 2  she plays too

close to the water’s edge  a game

of rolling him

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..he will eat my bread and he will observe my religion, the stranger said..

why should he not bear my name?.. (William Faulkner  Light in August 1932)

 

Fall  2020

frank can kiss my princess

 

almost october  which is a bit like speaking gibberish to

covidears  time is meaningless now  and how  are u liking

forced zen?  beginner’s mind  becomes covidfog  becomes

i used to know a thing or 2  about the freaking monad  about

the portal   now i just scratch my grey head

 

seems while i slept  someone made off with my merlot red

and now when i march the boulevards  all slashmouth+growl

the denizens part   like the legs of the fatted cow   who i no

longer eat     just the sow

 

how  said my veghead bro  can u eat an animal  so smart it sheds

virus faster than u can shake your booty?  right now  in china  the

new+improved swine flu incubates  as i break the laws of kashrut

and for anybody listening  frank zappa is not a fan  of jewish women

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Fall  5781     ..we have u in dreyerd frank..a.k.a. the styx delta..hotter than a hot rat..

BANGGGG

 

here’s to johnny   lennon   sitting in heaven  with julia

imagine john at 80   imagine john+julia relocating  starting over

go ahead  imagine putting the bullets back into MDC’s gun

+while you’re at it put his madness under lock +key  especially

on december 8th / 80

 

it is not  that  we die  it is   when

for conscious animals  dying is

the BIG reveal !

 

BANG

 

life is essentially a process of  shattering+emergence

an alchemist would come in handy   so too an exorcist   a therapist?

beyond a certain age a therapist +a priest  will encourage u not to

chop off your hand  and throw it at the gates   but u must u know

 

who reaches the gates first

shall be king  queen👑

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Fall 2020

so are u becoming or begoing?

the woman with the perfect redhair + metastatic soulhole

has left the bubble

 

hey people  the beauty myth is just a myth  the sidewalks

are littered with

 

uncovered unhinged unfucked  (yes!)   and free

and freedom

tastes like      revenge

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Summer 2020  ..tommy? tommy? apesie?

under a covidmoon🦇

these disturbances of time+space  are befuddling the experts

time has collapsed    face it   it was a social construct  anyway

hey  cavepeople rose with the sun  hunkered with la luna  (this is poetry

fer chrissakes!)  seriously though  say your goodbyes to the

timespace continuum

 

you too must be feeling the warp +woof   they’re separating  the boys

from the men  boys to the left  men to the right  good thing no Nazis in sight

while we women  with only emotion to guide us  are flotsam on the jetsam  of

covid’ssurface    like milkscum

 

buck up ladies!  why not watch the bucks in the bubble?  or die a slow death

at an unventilated mall?  i implore u all: jump on the bandwagon!  sports are the

only opiate we have left  since the assassination of jesus  the gentle rabbi from Galilee

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I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire. I give it to you not that you

may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment

and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever

won. They are not even fought.   (William Faulkner The Sound+The Fury)

 

 

Summer of the Bubble  2020

 

quantum soup* (circa 2012)

poet’s doppelgänger

 

at 60  only 4.5 yrs. away  i shall

have my husband buzz my hair    with his little black shaver

in the months following i will allow it

to turn silver  like my aloof Polish

bubbie’s

 

and in the winter of 2017 i will fly

to Florida  and swim with the dolphins

i’ll try hard not to frighten them with my

bright MAC lipstick +blazing brown eyes

 

i will be  free   and more alive than is currently allowed   or even recommended

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Summer of Silver  2020  ..silverlining of covidabyss

*2017 flew to florida to be my bros cancerwitness

 

August 26, 2020

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